I wanna hear it, those precious f**ing words, those compelling beautiful songs that grab a hold and never let go. I need to know what makes you f**ing tick... if it's you or days lived by those who are already f**ing dead. Destroy yourself for me please let me know there's something that lives beyond your record collection... Maybe I live entirely for this feeling of waking up expecting it to all fall apart. You wouldn't know...
Some words
Are worth
More than
Plastic Smiles
That I
Can never produce
I thrive for heartbreak- thrive for the let downs. And I only relate to the ones who know how to live there life on there sleeves. Expressing ourselves for a chance to lose it all...And we are the ones who have nothing