Do I hear you crawling on your back?
Do I hear you folding up to fear?
Brave you, I missed me too.
We are all we have.
The scar of hundreds of answers.
all the kids are fucking dead: “I remember just how it used to be when the nights were fucking ours... →
“I remember just how it used to be when the nights were fucking ours and the sunrise made me feel so fucking sick. Things were much simpler and those summers last too long but that feeling was as depressing as the day my eyes met yours. We always talk about getting caught up in the moment getting…
Adhearing To Superstition - Ruiner from What Could Possibly Go Right
What could possibly go right?
You’re not worthless.
It’s us against millions
and we can’t take them all.
But we can take them on.
