i miss the nights when people phoned instead of facebooked.
voices instead of messages.
remember, remember.
this kid has blurry eyes and a blurry heart.
runrabbitrunrabbitrunrabbitbang.
it's murder on the dancefloor when your light goes out, or away, or something of the same.
i want moremoremore from you.
i want moremoremore from me.
i want us to just fucking be.
