If you’re still breathing, you’re the lucky ones.

(Source: dumspirosper0)

— Make me a mask by Fleetwood Mac

I couldn’t let you know I’d gone
You might have thought you done something wrong
Well I can tell you why I’ve been setting to the fire to the wires that untangle the world
Sorry that I missed your calls
But all I wanna do is throw the phone at the wall
And how many times can you hear that sound:
“Don’t leave a message I’m not around”

I know I didn’t stick to the plan
I could say I’m sorry but you know that I can’t
And I can tell you now theres a whole lot of sound going round in my head like a siren
I’m running to the river tonight
I’m going to the ocean for the turn of the tide
Turn the tide, turn the tide, turn the tide

You know me, I’m with you when I’m with you
Dancing to your rhythm
Understanding why
I can’t tell you why

Wanna be a missing person
I wanna be a better version
But I don’t wanna put the work in

Wanna be a missing person
Gone missing till my head stops hurting

“Swing Life Away” : Rise Against 

Am I loud and clear, or am I breaking up?
Am I still your charm, or am I just bad luck?
Are we getting closer, or are we just getting more lost?

I’ll show you mine if you show me yours first
Let’s compare scars, I’ll tell you whose is worse
Let’s unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words

We live on front porches and swing life away,
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I’ll slave till the end,
I won’t cross these streets until you hold my hand

I’ve been here so long, I think that it’s time to move
The winter’s so cold, summer’s over too soon
Let’s pack our bags and settle down where palm trees grow

I’ve got some friends, some that I hardly know
But we’ve had some times, I wouldn’t trade for the world
We chase these days down with talks of the places that we will go

We live on front porches and swing life away,
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I’ll slave till the end,
I won’t cross these streets until you hold my hand….until you hold my hand

I’ll show you mine if you show me yours first
Let’s compare scars, I’ll tell you whose is worse
Let’s unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words

We live on front porches and swing life away,
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I’ll slave till the end,
I won’t cross these streets until you hold my hand

Swing life away [x4]

(Source: karolinaanastaciya, via amberrosia)

But you didn’t have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing
And I don’t even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough
No you didn’t have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records and then change your number
I guess that I don’t need that though
Now you’re just somebody that I used to know