porcelain prickly jerk.



Oh, you can hear me cry. See my dreams all die. From where you're standing. On your own.
It's so quiet here. And I feel so cold. This house no longer. Feels like home.



See my band, see my clothes. Be my fan, see my show
See my plan is to be so dope. That you like me and me like whoa



Of course I’m not mad about too much sex, I’m mad because I gotta be at home by six
Just because you learned a new posi-tion, Fuck it, let’s do it in the kitchen


@темы: music is life, fanmix, my feels, Supernatural