Loving you might’ve been free, but it sure took a toll on me.
October 2014
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I’d rather be the creep in the night and the fire that burns your eyes than the way you use and define life.
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Tonight I’ll be looking at the blood moon and maybe I’ll think of you. But maybe I won’t and I probably won’t, but I guess that’s a chance you had to take.
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If it doesn’t make me feel wildly uncomfortable or hostile, I’m probably not interested.
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I only say I love you when I mean it just like I only speak in tongues when I’m heated.