I make better juice than you

jonnovstheinternet:

Well take me, take me back to your bed
I love you so much that it hurts my head
Say I don’t mind you under my skin
I’ll let the bad parts in, the bad parts in
When we were made we were set apart
Life is a test and I get bad marks
Now some saint got the job of writing down my sins
The storm is coming, the storm is coming in

You’re brought back but you’re running
I’ll find sleep in the end tonight
I can’t shake this little feeling
I’ll never get anything right

I’m on my own, never say anything right
I’m on my own, never say anything right

Cold Cave - Our Tears Help The Flowers Grow

I’m not in love.
It’s all a lie.