

Where Moths Come To DieI hold onto your words like a lifeboat to keep me from sinking, And close my eyes to imagine what you're thinking.Where Moths Come To Die
And I grip onto my pillow tight while I'm sleeping, so tight that the tips of my fingers are stinging.
Reminiscent, I guess, of how they dug into your skin forcing the weight of
my words to
sink
in.
I know I'm hard to trust but believe me when I say I haven't spoken a word since then.
No words that meant anything important or true. I guess I saved thos
Hangin' Out
+FAV & +watch
I can't get enough of it...
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We're okay.
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We're okay.
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Glory to the brave.
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Glory to the brave.
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