Now as the rain falls like shattered pieces of glass from the sky,
we bleed like water colors and drunken pastels down the stairways.
And I ask myself, why do I still pray?
When will it end? And who fucking cares?
I swear to God I did what I could.
I practically begged you, I pretended everything was fine.
A soul sacrifice, an American nightmare.
I’d rather be dead.
(Source: starry-skies-hazy-eyes)
like in the music
what if you could bathe in that album
that would be a great fucking bath
What if I can’t forget you?
I’ll burn your name into my throat, I’ll be the fire that’ll catch you.
What’s so good about picking up the pieces?
None of the colors ever light up anymore in this hole.
I’m not a huge PTV fan, but I do love their lyrics. Damn.
Just bringing this back.
omg
OH MY GOD W H A T
VIC FUENTES
VIC FUENTES
BRING. THIS. BACK.
Collide invisible lips like a shadow on the wall and just throw, oh no, you can’t just throw me away.
i would kiss you even if you were dead.
