Take me, take me back to your bed
I love you so much that it hurts my head
I don’t mind you under my skin
I’ll let the bad parts in, the bad parts in
Well you’re my favorite bird and when you sing
I really do wish that you’d wear my ring
No matter what they say, I am still the king
Now the storm is coming, the storm is coming.
- Brand New
side note: Feel free to re-blog
Where is this human in my life?
When she comes
She pulls you close
She breathes in short bursts
Her eyes close
Her head tilts back
Her mouth opens slightly
Her thighs turn to steel, and then melt
She is perfect
And you feel like you are everything.
(The reason why I fake it, the reason why I promised myself I’d never fake it again, the reason why I hope no one fakes it with me.)