Katy’s got the sense
There’s a new panopticon
She keeps her glasses drawn

Tommy’s with three men
And a recent confidante
His ending is foregone

He dies behind the wheel
From the curdle of a heart
That was broken from the start

Saw you screaming from the car
Some statements of depart
But I can't hear you

I’m writing prayers for you
I’m writing prayers for you
I’m writing prayers for you
I’m writing prayers for you

Just one more stolen sip 
Then throw the bottle out 
I'll never make a sound 

A breath below the surface 
Of the waves I won't surmount 
I'll never make you proud

So slip me off the spool 
And leave me on the ground 
I'll flail here unbound 

So bite your flaking lip 
And follow my scent down 
I'll fade into the crowd

I’m writing prayers for you
I’m writing prayers for you
I’m writing prayers for you
I’m writing prayers for you

Writing

✧ 1/14th of @blankpagesofficial
✧ 1/4th of bald man.jpg
✧ shoegaze alias @duskheartmusic
✧ I like music I guess 
✧ 17
✧ I make house and stuff 
✧ Certified idiot

@wearesilkenwood
@neoluminum
@amflara
@upright-collective
@shuttlerecs (on duskheart lol)

goodbye cronge...

not a main account anymore 

I really hate the guts of the person who made this song. I better not meet them face to face or I will do something that I may regret. I would risk life in prison if it meant saying my mind about the person who made this song, and maybe speaking with my fists.

Writing

Clovehitch