he calls so late tonight, it is 4 a.m.he is drunk, he can’t find his apartmentI don’t like how it feels when i think of himall hooded in black, lost and stumbling
I still really like this song
I’ve been there too and I swear to God. If I can help you, please you’ve got to tell me how.
this boy i know, he has a heart of glass it is gold inside but it has crystallized it is beautiful but in it’s tragedy...