Follow Your Passion: A Seamless Tumblr Journey
for my wild ones
stars in my eyes, hiking up griffith
hate slashes at my bones
I watch with the burned eyes of God
when I see the blood I know I can speak
I saw her hair like the branch of a tree
listening to jazz out on the lawn
I see the others in you
Isn't it strange how different
we are from all of our friends
oh, what can I do?
it'll pass
you're my coney island, baby, dont you know
and the Angels wouldn't help you
I would let you take the bullet
because I will always believe in more
oh girls, they wanna have fun
I promise you, I will
Tell trip im over him, he's a creep.
you got me spinning like a ballerina
pretty girls make graves
girl gone missing
everyone from town says that you're so cool
I know you want me
oh but maybe, I was ready all along
The End.
I wrote you a note, but I didn't send it
diary of a girl wondering what went wrong
so you say there's a chance, for us?
the weight of this world was never mine
birds singing in the sycamore trees