Put some respect on my time boy I'll make you regret this

I’m sorry I didn’t make it to your Twitter feed // I’m the entire venue not the chandelier

IN THE BACKSEAT WHERE FOR A SECOND I FEEL ALIVE, ONLY HIT ME UP WHEN THE OTHERS “CAN’T TONIGHT”

READ A LINE WITH MY NOSE MAYBE 2 I OPENED MY EYES & GOD IT FELT LIKE YOU

You sound so good gasping for air.

You want me to trust you, but I’ve made my conclusions beforehand

Your suspicions were right, I’m not doing so fine.

I’m codependent so you matter the most.

continuing is barehands on our new stove

can’t worry about withdrawals when you made me feel so much worst.

Visualizer for “Buckle Up” (coming soon)

I want to see where you are, but you switch it to an audio call.

He gives me pretty green buds instead of roses; me and his friends, no top, in a foreign

I don’t want to take another step, now I know what is like to levitate

Coming Soon

None of your roses in my garden.

I’m dying to know//sweating sweet blackberry lemonade

loving you is self harm

I can’t wait until you come back home

ul·tra·ma·rine /ˌəltrəməˈrēn/ a brilliant deep blue pigment originally obtained from lapis lazuli.