We are fictional characters, in stories of our own invention.
hush, baby speak softly, tell me you're awfully sorry that you pushed me into the coffee table last night so I can push you off me. try and touch so I can scream at you not to touch me, run out the room & I'll follow you like a lost puppy. baby without you I'm nothing, I'm so lost hug me, then tell me how ugly I am, but that you'll always love me. then after that shove me, in the aftermath of the destructive path that we're on. two psychopaths but we, know that no matter how many knives we put in each other's backs, that we'll have each other's backs, cause we're that lucky. together we move mountains, let's not make mountains out of mole hills. you hit me twice, yeah but who's counting? I may have hit you three times I'm starting to lose count, but together, we'll live forever, we found the youth fountain. our love is crazy, we're nuts, but I refuse counseling. this house is too huge, if you move out I'll burn all 2,000 square feet of it to the ground, ain't shit you can do about it.
cause with you I'm in my fuckin mind, without you I'm out it.

@музыка: Sam Smith – I'm Not the Only One

@темы: общая тетрадь, печальтоска