But when I say let’s keep in touch, I really mean I wish I could touch your butt
With one day leading to the next, you get a little closer to your death.
Thank you please but your flattery truly is not becoming me. Your eyes are poor; you’re blind. You see, no beauty could have come from me. I’m a waste of breath, of space, of time.
"Life is too short, Death doesn’t ask, It don’t owe you that”
"It will kill you in the sunshine or happily in the dark"
Life is too short
Death doesn’t ask
It don’t owe you that
Some things you lose
You don’t get back
So just know what you have.
Would you draw me with your pencils and your pens,
make me much prettier than I really am?
And could you draw us with some picture perfect friends if I chipped in for the ink?
Would you draw me air bubbles so I could breathe?
Or at least some chlorophyll making trees?
If I got erased would you even still love me?
Or would you just draw yourself another he?”
Not to hate you for this.
Well, I lied.
And I can’t cover that up.
“Bowl of Oranges” - Bright Eyes