I keep telling myself, I keep telling myself I'm not the desperate type
But you've got me looking through blinds
I keep telling myself, I keep telling myself I'm not the desperate type
But you've got me looking through blinds
The stars are the same as ever
And I don't have the guts to keep it together
I'm the invisible man
Who can't stop staring at the mirror, at the mirror
And I read about the afterlife
But I never really lived more than an hour
πΈHAHEHHAH we are SO back
Photo of Joe Trohman from Fall Out Boy (FOB)
I'm too terrified, and, would you mind
If I sat next to you and watched you smile?
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πΈοΈOH MY GOD. i completely forgot about bsky admin 1 has been running this for months after WHOOPS. back to our regularly scheduled broadcasting i guess
Love is in the air, I just gotta figure out a window to break out
Buried alive inside my dreams, but it was all a fake out
And the record won't stop skipping, and the lies just won't stop slipping
Which came first, the music or the misery?
And in the end I'd do it all again
I think you're my best friend
Woah, I want to hate you half as much as I hate myself
We do it in the dark with smiles on our faces
We're all "has-beens" and "never-were's"
Loaded words and loaded friends
Are loaded guns to our heads
Im between being young and being right
You were my Versailles at night
If you were church, I'd get on my knees
Confess my love, I'd know where to be
And everyone's looking for relief
The United States versus disbelief
My pen is the barrel of the gun
Remind me which side you should be
I can't wake up to these reminders of who I am
A failure at everything, 18 going on extinct
Woah, where did the party go?
Go out in the world to start over again and again
I don't just want to be a footnote in someone else's happiness
Best friends, ex friends till the end, better off as lovers and not the other way around
I couldn't bring myself to call
Except to call it quits
It's not me, it's you
Actually, it's the taxidermy of you and me
To the love, I left my conscience pressed
Between the pages of the Bible in the drawer
The truth hurts worse than anything I could bring myself to do to you