December 2010
7 posts
I just became obsessed with flogging molly
It's been awhile
Since I’ve gone and fucked things up just like I always do.
If you ever died.
I know I’d probably die too. Don’t scare me like that again.
La dispute.
I know that someday you’ll be sleeping, Darling, likely dreaming off the pain.
I hope you’ll hear me in the streetlight’s humming, softly breathing out your name.
I know that even with the seams stitched tightly, darling scars will remain.
I say we scrape them from each other, darling, and let them wash off in the rain.
And when they run into the river, oh no, let the water...