It’s new years eve. I’m excited to party tonight and hang out with my best friend that I havent seen in forever :)
You have the crown my only beautiful, cause tonight we dance on dead men’s stones.
“I don’t think you see the places inside me that I find you and I don’t know how we woke up one day and somehow thought we knew exactly what we’re supposed to do.”
Im usually not one to rant on about how men are complete and utter assholes. But they compose a great great ability to act like one. It’s like when it comes to making an actual descision their brains loose the ability to process correctly. I really am so much better off alone but for some reason I keep trying to find someone. Fuck that.
I’d catch a grenade for you, throw my hand on a blade for you, I’d jump in front of a train for you, you know I’d do anything for you.
“I’m not sure what I am. I just know there’s something dark in me. I hide it. Certainly don’t talk about it. But it’s there. Always. This… Dark Passenger. How when he’s driving, I feel… alive. Half-sick with the thrill, complete wrongness. I don’t fight him. I don’t want to. He’s all I’ve got. Nothing else could love me, not even… especially not me. Or is that just a lie the Dark Passenger tells me? Because, lately, there are these moments that I feel connected to something else. Someone. It’s like… the mask is slipping, and things, people, that never mattered before, are suddenly starting to matter. It scares the hell out of me.”
And i know you can see right through me so let me go and you will find someone.