Let go, the night is infinite and we all make the same mistakes? Ihere are you sleeping this weekend, is there a chance you that you'll be too cold? I have blankets, and you know where they are.
I'm getting sick, more snot fucking dripping down my nose. Wess of your nose, more of my reflection. gloomy days spent sulking and summer nights forgotten, we're "best friends". we're "nothing makes sense".
But let's carry on, we'll be safer with our shirts on. I understand the distance, where are you? sun sets set, it's all the same bullshit. I died on friday while you "watched the stars", you hurt me, "blah fucking blah".
He is five more than you, but it's cool, I've got my secrets too.