it's the perfume on her wrists that stinks of easy birthday

it's greater than it always sounds

this fears got a hold on me

He catches raindrops from his window it reminds him how we fall

After the red ants, the black-out
Come peace and quiet.
Those little foot-prints
Fleshed out calm in my mind.
I lay like a compass,
Digits accusing the sunrise
Rain-drops abseil the window
And flinch through the hurt cries.

I feel this great pressure coming down on me.
And the tide of my bliss, pulling at your sympathy

I feel this great pressure coming down on me, (When my nerve is on the high wire.)
My bliss, pulling at your sympathy

After the hunt and the sweat now
Come peace and quiet.
Your head on my heart
Anchored the storm in my eyes.
I lay like a carcass
Your lips never letting the blood dry
And so I pray for tomorrow
And wait listening out for a reply.

I feel this great pressure coming down on me.
And the tide of my bliss, pulling at your sympathy

I feel this great pressure coming down on me, (When my nerve is on the high wire.)
My bliss, pulling at your sympathy

No sé qué estoy haciendo.

There's a huge possibility of a travel soon, like a weekend or somming

"Once you asked me what I'm thinking I lay back and think of England.
Do you know my real answer¿? I was born to be a dancer "

It feels rotten

YOU USED TO BE SO PRETTY BUT NOW YOU'RE JUST TRAGIC. BELIEVE IN SOMETHING, YOU'RE FULL OF HORSE SHIT!!

NOT GIVING A FUCK

God damn it!! I'm drowning in hate!!! it's eygfrawsjhndiuqwgkhasn FUCK!

IN THE MIDDLE OF A SHADY BAR, BROKEN BOTTLES FLYING THROUGH THE AIR, THAT'S WHEN I NEEDED YOU