The sun and the moonthe sun loved themoon so muchhe died every nightto let her breathe
I Miss YouI'm not going to tell you I miss you,I'm not going to make myself look weak,And I hope that you're doing the same,And maybe that's why you won't speak to me.
Herobut darling, in the end, you've got to be your own hero. because everybody's too busy trying to save t h e m s e l v e s.
Dorothyi will never forgetthat time i grabbed your hipsjust rightand mixed with the cocktailof my lips and your lipsyou let out that involuntarysighand all of the sudden i was Dorothy andyou were the strongest tornado i have ever seen
Mathim not very goodat dividingor multiplying by xbut i wishmore than anythingthat i was good with numbersso i could figure the exact formulaof the curve your skin makeswhere it stretches over your cheek bone.
My Hearts Funerallast week i attended a funeralfor my hearti threw my nerves and sanityin the coffinand covered them with thick dirta flower on top, like a cherry on a sundaeever sincei haven't felt like anything was missinguntil i saw you todayand i felt nothingit was a foreign feelingim still trying to decidehow things can change so much.
Drugsif i couldi would take that smileand inject it directly into my blood streammy parents warned me about drugs in baggiessold on the streetbut never the oneswith teethand a heartbeat.
Touchi thought i knew what fire felt likeuntil i experiencedone of your taste budsbrushing the inside of my thigh.
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