she made friends with the sun, shared enemies with no one, counted weeks like she should of counted days and swallowed handfuls of night so she could sleep tight
• a question never asked is a question never answered
lumos
lumos
My hand grip whiskey like a newborn child, last night I must admit it got quite wild, now morning’s approached and I wrestle with a headache that was spawned in hell by the devil himself, now it’s not quite clear but I wonder what shenanigans brought me here, while I’m cryin’ out loud and I’m feeling quite sorry for myself, I need to check my health cause I ain’t mashin’ no one but myself
I know we fuss and fight here a little big, I’ve had a couple drinks well a little bit I’m beggin’ you, just carry me home home home home home
