i want to lie on my bed with you listening to old records with songs about love & throwing away your life while your legs entangle mine let’s numb our minds and think about no further than today i want to taste the magic on your lips and feel the strength in your arms let's just **** & forget that we’re ****** up big city kids from broken families looking for love in all the wrong places let’s just get wasted & reclaim our place in the wastelands exhale our pain a purple haze feed me the smoke from your mouth blow it into me & i’ll blow you i’ll pretend your electric eyes are the solution to all my problems and you can pretend as if my mouth wrapped around you is all you need in life forget about the guts and the gore forget about the half written suicide note stuck to the backside of your bedside table which you gave up writing because you realized once you're gone, no one's going to give a **** never have, never will & the fact that last night, you cried yourself to sleep because you knew your mother was two doors down, doing the exact same thing we'll forget about the fact that we've got no path or direction that we're going nowhere, and we're going nowhere fast & that we're a mix of self-loathing and self-pity we're sad kids belonging to an even sadder generation let's lose control it's better than losing our minds i'll pull your hair and cry out in pleasure it's better than pulling my own and crying out in pain i'd rather kiss your scars than deal with my own i'd rather let you bury your head in my chest than admit that i'm itching to bury myself six feet under i'd rather scream your name and beg you for more than scream at the demons in my head & beg them to leave me alone the drugs help but you numb me better pills are nice but i'd rather have you in my mouth i'm looking at the way you see right through me and it makes me feel at home to be around someone as lost as i am i see your broken nails and peeled skin and i know we're cut from the same cloth because that look in your sad eyes is one my own know all too well so let’s just listen to old records with songs about regret & wasted time & pretend as if we can’t relate to them *not one little bit
// are you deranged like me? are you strange like me? lighting matches just to swallow up the flame like me? // ♡ gasoline- halsey ♡