It’s 4:30 in the morning and I’ve got too much on my mind to sleep.
Because the way I feel with you only makes me want you more, the way you smile brings up the good vibes, the way we hug each other makes me think about the next time.
I know that I’m a mess but I think it’s for the best if you love me the way I love you.
And I’ve got to confess that I can only kill this stress when I’m around you.
You’re the sugar in this piss, you’re the sweet end of sadness, and I’d die just for a kiss from you.
Because it’s your taste I can’t resist, it’s your lips that I’ll always miss, and I’ll never forget eyes like yours, because no drink will intoxicate me the way that you do.

Do you really want me dead or alive?






"This is two touch football, chill out."


Palo Alto (Gia Coppola, 2013)


The Horror On The Outside

As we ponder on our pains and stay at war with ourselves, we hide the truth away in a box and forget who we really are.
Let’s bathe in money and wear out the poor, because when less means less then more means more.
We’ll find a way to burn it down, our name meant nothing until we wore out crowns.
I’ve thrown away the people that mattered the most, I’ve searched for my home through the eyes of a ghost.
I don’t care about what you say to me, this is my life and I’m staying this way.



I’m grown but I’m not grown grown

Which means I know how to ride a dick but I’m still not sure how taxes work.