but in my dreams began to creep,
that old familiar tweet tweet tweet.
that old familiar tweet tweet tweet.
Happiness hit her like a bullet in the back
Thursday, December 8th.
Sooner or later in life, the things you love you lose.
And I’m damned if I do and I’m damned if I don’t
So here’s to drinks in the dark at the end of my road.
Thursday, December 8th.
It’s hard to dance with a devil on your back
So shake him off, oh woah
Thursday, December 8th.
Of your eyes, begonia skies like a sleepyhead, sleepyhead.
Passion Pit
Burning solid, burning thin the burning rim
Like stars burning holes right through the dark
Flicking fire like saltwater into my eyes
Wednesday, December 7th.
beautiful goodbyes
Tuesday, December 6th.
No dawn, no day, I’m always in this twilight
In the shadow of your heart.
In the shadow of your heart.
Florence and the Machine
A falling star fell from your heart
And landed in my eyes
I screamed aloud, as it tore through them
And now it’s left me blind
Monday, December 5th.
