i thought that by writing all the shit in my head down, it'd figure itself out.
these girls are moths, drawn to absent lovers over flames.
ever done something you'll regret until the day you die?
i'd like to say sorry, but that'd be too easy.
words will never quite please me.
look past the sweat, darlin', you haven't seen the best of me yet.
dance. dance. dance. drop.
