Like a prayer.
All these ghosts.
Blood, guts, guns, cuts
Knives, lives, wives, nuns, sluts.
Why is everything wrong.
I wanna drink til’ I’m dead.
Hello Stranger, I saved you a place and it hardly seems strange now that I’ve seen your face.
I wish I could say I didn’t still love you.
that summer when she was eighteen it seemed like anything could happen, anything at all.
You are the worst human being I have ever met.
One way or another.