Leave me with flat teeth, with fresh wounds,
Another nervous tick.
Please leave me on the kitchen floor, with my dignity,
While I get sick.
Clean me out like an open sore,
Say it’s me that makes you a whore.
Go ahead blame the moon and sun,
Then deny me, because thats what makes this fun.
You’re just a symptom,
you’re just a symptom.
♥ Dec 12th at 3PM / tagged: you me and everyone we know. a symptom. love. music. apartment. dream. / reblog
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ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? IF YOU DONT LIKE LIGHTHOUSES GO FUCK YOURSELF.

