I'm really bad at keeping in touch
lovely lady what lies linger behind those bloody lips. sweet tongue sad tongue salty tears you've always been so bittersweet
can't clearly see the seaside too much salt in your eyes
I sat on the roof and bled and the moons smoke filled my lungs and I'm feeling a little lightheaded
always speaking of love ending and blaming the distance and the one who stops trying but I can't help but get bored and I wish it didn't happen but I'm always the first one to leave
