i get very anxious when your hair looks nice and i can barely hold this in the summer light. before i had a reason, well, i was doing fine. i’ve seen you in the haziness of good headlights. i can be elitist if the scene is kinda dead but the troops are all out taking shots to the head. i get very nervous when i’m in a certain state and i get very happy when i see your face.
support my head use my body as a compass that leads us to bed. i see you’re well use your division as an anchor that drags us to hell but i’m alright delicate with people, will not go outside support my head give me something to believe in that’s already dead
i got a friend who i haven’t seen in some months and it’s been breathing down my neck like the devil. what was that sound that i heard when i was walking, what was that place that i found when i was walking? please stop fucking with me.