what the fudge
Something's gonna steal your carbon
. Joined 6 years ago.
"I died a week ago,
there's nothing left,
it's caught on video,
my very last breath."
Sophia // 17 // UCSC // California // June 7th
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Little surfer, little one, made my heart come all undone.
All this fuss over nothing, reinventing the wheel, all this searching for something, it's not real.
I die when he comes around to take you home, I'm too shy, I should have kissed you when we were alone.
Under the bridge downtown is where I drew my blood.
Wake up, you're getting high on your own supply, oh baby, you're still alive when you could've died.
Don't throw yourself like that in front of me, I kissed your mouth, your back, is that all you need? Don't drag my love around, volcanoes melt me down.
We are the angels and we are the ones that are praying.
So say goodbye to love, and hold your head up high; there's no need to rush, we're all just waiting, waiting to die.
I'm the same as I was when I was six years old, and oh my god I feel so damn old, I don't really feel anything.
I can feel the draw, I can feel it pulling me back, it's pulling me back, it's pulling me.
You make rap songs, I make soul music, when god speaks through rhythm, will you go to it?
"You people don't celebrate your faith - you mourn it."
And I know you carry a sense of weariness, I see, you're the one I'm wanting with the plainest clarity.
I strain my eyes and try to tell the difference between shooting stars and satellites from the passenger seat as you are driving me home.
Someday you will die and somehow something's gonna steal your carbon.
The call to arms was never true, I'm medicated, how are you?
And god, tell us the reason youth is wasted on the young, it's hunting season and the lambs are on the run, searching for meaning, but are we all lost stars trying to light up the dark?
And those of us with ravaged faces, lacking in the social graces, desperately remained at home, inventing lovers on the phone.
All it takes to fall, what a quiet world after all, of the things that you guessed will come, what a moment it was after all.
I'm an amnesiac, forgot what it's like to be happy, some kind of maniac, follow you around when I know you don't want me.
You can’t resist her, she’s in your bones, she is your marrow and your ride home.
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