s.

'cause good men die too so i'd rather be with you.

he looks like he works with his hands and smells like marlboro reds.

if you wanna find love then you know where the city is.

i'd lick the grief right off your lips
          you do your eyes like robert smith
          sometimes it seems like you won't survive this
          and honestly it's terrifying.

you do make me hard,
          but she makes me weak.

i promise i will try to stay on my side of the couch. 

and what would you say to your younger self?
          
          growing a beard's quite hard and whiskey never starts to taste nice.

i wanna change my star sign.
          because it don't suit me. 

“you like cigarettes more than you like me.”

i don't know, i don't care, all i know is you can take me there.