And don’t fucking move, Cause everything you thought you had will go to shit, We’ve got a lot, don’t you dare forget that. And I’m wasted, you can taste it, Don’t look at me that way, Cause I’ll be hanging from a rope, I will haunt you like a ghost.
this song means so much to me for so many reasons.
i was standing on the surface of a perforated sphere when the water filled every hole and thousands upon thousands made an ocean, making islands where no island should go. oh no
those people were overjoyed; they took to their boats. i thought it less like a lake and more like a moat. the rhythm of my footsteps crossing flatlands to your door have been silenced forever more the distance is quite simply much too far for me to row it seems farther than ever before oh no