“You feel terrified at the thought of being left behind. Of losing everybody, the necessity of dying. Oh, we kid ourselves. There’s future in the fucking, but there is no fucking future. I’m just practicing my accents, picking at old sutures.”—Los Campesinos! - “We Are Beautiful, We Are Doomed”
If you could see me now, blending in like ninja, you’d wonder why you bother. Well someone, somewhere, or in any part of you. And all I can ask, when I get back, if you could leave the light on if you’re not staying up?
She says it’s written in the stars but I don’t look at the stars anymore. I just want someone to die for. You’ve got, you’ve got as anyone. What has anyone got with this distance? Our distance surrounded you. Did doubt fill up your shoes with problems you could dance to? He got in the way, why won’t he listen to a word? Whilst everything he loves will turn into a note. That echoes on everything, one note.
There’s 20 kids selling pills and things anymore. You’re 24 and still shitting your insides out. You don’t get what your scenes about. So many shows and no one turns out. And all the girls in the front row stare at your hands. The guys at the back bar talking shit about our band. He got in the way, why won’t he listen to a word? Whilst everything he loves will turn into a note. That echoes on everything, one note
Some party scenes I wish to God I’d never walked in on. So many cars I wish I’d never stepped out in front of. You let that guy in your house and now your house is on fire, and now your house is on fire! Took all your strength to hold your tongue. You have to make your own mistakes for every lesson that you learn. You are my favourite subtle ending. One note.
Your lipstick smeared sad, I adore you. I always have. And every time you overdose, I rush to intensive care. Another sad eye stare before you disappear. If this is the last dance, then save it for me, baby.
Your addiction and you are in love. Night star crossed, I wait my turn. And every time you overdose, I rush to intensive care. Another sad eye stare before you disappear. If this is the last dance, then save it for me, baby.
The last time I did this one, I chose Charlie McDonnell as the certain someone who fascinated me. This time, I’m going to choose the same person.
Charlie McDonnell and I have a lot in common, mainly because I try to like everything he likes. But sometimes, we both like the same things already or we both do the same things around the same time. When Charlie took down his wall of stuff, so did I (without knowing he did it). I ordered a Stylophone in the mail and Charlie got the same one for his birthday. We both got our blue hoodies around the same time. One day, when my hair was shorter, I noticed that my “fringe” was getting a bit long and I took some scissors and trimmed it. The next day, Charlie uploaded a picture onto his dailybooth and said that his “fringe” was getting long.
Now we’re both back to brown hair. He lives on the other side of the ocean and yet, all of this stuff happens…without him knowing. Soul mate much?