I’m so surprised you want to dance with me now
You always said I held you way too high off the ground
You didn’t see me I was falling apart
I was a white girl in a crowd of white girls in the park
You didn’t see me I was falling apart
I was a television version of a person with a broken heart
I’m so surprised you want to dance with me now
You always said I held you way too high off the ground
You didn’t see me I was falling apart
I was a white girl in a crowd of white girls in the park
You didn’t see me I was falling apart
I was a television version of a person with a broken heart
When I walk into a room,
I do not light it up.
Fuck.
Don’t mind being lonely,
So spare me the brimstone.
Acting all holy,
When you know I’m full of holes.
33 years ago today, THIS happened.
(via conveniently-fragile)
(via crumblebreadholmes)
(Source: 2ndsquadsorrows, via jill182)
Every plan is a tiny prayer to Father Time
And now all your love is wasted?
And then who the hell was I?
And now I’m breaking at the britches
And at the end of all your lines
In the morning I’ll be with you
But it will be a different “kind”
I’ll be holding all the tickets
And you’ll be owning all the fines
And as the world comes to an end,
I’ll be there to hold your hand
Your perfect chaos is a perfect fit
