if you were a 90's rock star i would treat you like this.

she will always dream.

that's how i feel alone.
faceless and silent.

eyes we leave behind.

the left of my left is all thats left.

run mah bitches, run.

teddy and stuff.

i promised you a sky brighter than ever.

hard lines on a soft soul.

there is nothing urban about rooftops.

one day.

to wait is to be there.
to hold on and to let go.
to grow old and to grow certain.