swear it's bad luck, or no luck at all.
knights on horses wielding egos and swords -
all armour and not much else. i know how it feels to be afraid of help.
the words have always been an obsession, but this is something new,
the bordello of your subconcious is open to fire.
each guy here drags his own shadow.
porcelain dreams.
diamond hearts.
we're the kids that claim to be unbreakable.
i swear to god everything you hear is always true.
the distance between us is dangerous -
sometimes i wish time would just stand still, so we'll never grow old and out of date.
stealing lines from overrated bands isn't my forte -
actually, that's a lie, i do it all the time.
nothing you see is me.
i'm a double shot espresso.
looking precious and precocious is all part of the show.
this is nothing but excessive procrastination and indecision.
you get it, or you don't.
i didn't want to admit it, but things haven't changed as much as she thinks they have.
i'm throwing out, "i'm only human"s when i get caught out,
and this time it's grown old.
vintage without that loving feeling.
roll the credits on these rainy-day kids.
we'll never seem the same.
