It’s the ones that befriend you that turn up against you.
I speak how I feel, sometimes I feel like i’m just too fucking real.
And so now when I drink, I’m going to drink to excess
And when I smoke, I will smoke gaping holes in my chest
And when I scream, I will scream until I’m gasping for breath
And when I get sick, I will stay sick for the rest
And if this be thy will, then fucking pass me the cup
And I’m sorry, Dad, no, I’m not making this up
I want a boyfriend who will drink beer with me, listen to Titus Andronicus, and sing the guitar solo’s out loud with me.
cigarettes, no more having sex, no more drinking till you fall on the floor, no more indie rock, just a ticking clock.
Come and meet me in the bathroom stall, and show me why you deserve to have it all.
and let’s pretend we’re all okay, and if you got something that you can’t live with save it for another day.
(Source: onewonderingsoul)


