You know it kills me to see such a pretty girl so tired You’ve got your mother’s cheekbones and your father’s crooked...
My problem with me is my problem with you. It doesn’t take much for me to come unglued. I put my headphones on And hear...
like a line of poetry or a fucking fit of honesty
My problem with me, is my problem with you.
something to do with my hands - her space holiday
Suck on my fingertips until you kill all my prints So your boyfriend has no clue of how much I’ve been touching you
Crying on New Year’s Eve to this song