oh how cruel she must be to torment a soul so beautiful as thous. hath she no heart at all. that poor temtrest to bring the mighty to their knees with her wicked sirens song.
"my cigarette is always lit
the cold uneven music presses
my wet face into wet glass
i'm waiting for you to love me
like water" these lines touched me. like something stirring under my skin i feel like i know those words. my heart is with you