February 2012
wearetheimmortals:
French Soul Party - French...
“In me, you can find a home.”
This song is still nameless just as it is still...
Bastard I even let you drag me to Philly Rolled under the sheets to find the treasure But all along A rotten rat was sleeping in my bed You sang Sintara While romance to you Was bourbon and 2 am calls
They could lay it on me right about now Say they were right all along But I was already two steps ahead Cause I emptied out your bank account
That’ll teach you to pull a fast one Make you...
Not done with this.
Will you miss me when I’m gone When winter comes and the snow falls on your side of the world Watch the clock ticking on the wall Shadows shift and change on the ceiling Bloodshot eyes are so revealing That you’ve been up talking to distance Praying it would close between us Scent of frankincense and cigarrettes Will kill me, will kill you Time spent together Close your eyes ...
I love how
I was bummed at the loss of something but then I gained back something much better. Like, I entered that room a bit damaged and then I walk out with new hope. This is my fuck yeah moment. So…fuck yeah.
I look up, and what do I see?
Architectural Rendering. Fucking hell.
“I’m right where I’m supposed to be. I don’t need you anymore.”
“I’ve done worse, so why do I feel that familiar chill?”
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