The night was new and you were the only one I could see in the (honey)moonlight. I was making rythyms out of breaths and a bassline from your heartbeat. One finger down for the soft warm noises you make in your sleep and I felt like I was counting down till the morning. I was ashes to ashes and dust to dust by the time the sky breaks through the black but your imprint on the pillow is still making me homesick for a place I have never been. It reminds me of our waltzes. I do not even care if you step on my foot.

“Deny thy father, refuse thy name.”

I am two steps ahead of you baby, but I am always looking back to make sure you are following.

I want to write this song about burying this stupid girl so I can have my ex-friend, best friend back. (e)x marks the spot.

I am loving whatever I can(‘t) get my hands on. You have got lips that promise “I love you“s like no tomorrow and a heart that says “as a friend” .