July 2027 will be my funeral

lyrics
oh, so sick in the brain
i let that liquor run my body
i bet you think of me everyday
i hope you think of me everyday
i think we should run away
we'll love eachother for the day
youre on my skin just like my blade
and we'll fuck those tears right off your face

#jealousbastards

i bet you think of me everyday

Internet love

doesnt know

just a statistic

pov your the bestie the popular girls call you

bad news

im no good for you

what happened

it doesn't make sense, thanks for all the pain..

girls only love you when you treat them like shit

DRUG COMPASSION PROD ORLANDO

future alex g feature...
all dogs go to heaven

just a statistic

plutostone