I’m only waiting for the man
To hurt myself again
When everything goes to plan
Such an honest face
I never swipe right on dogs
Touch-starved for so long
Inside the body that
Can’t break down
In the death glare there’s a heaviness
At the end of this scene
You can’t take me anywhere!
I heard that
Wait in the car
Can’t be seen upon the promenade He’ll make it up
Flashing around the platinum
At Emilio Pucci
It doesn’t fool me now
In a more perfect world, this band would blaring out of every radio on Earth. The lyrics, the vocals, the just-outta-teens snark and earnestness... so much to love. paulimboden