“Don’t act like you know me ‘cause you recognize me. You sell my record, not me.”
I can’t remember the last time I laid naked with someone and just enjoyed their presence and body heat
“Where is everyone?”
I played for you
until my fingers bled.
I played so much
that the frets turned red.
Those nights of
lonesome sacrifice
turned my soul
into
ice.
You’re getting all these cute messages,
and my inbox is empty /:
honesty hour anyone? i’m so fucking bored.