no one can sleep on a broken heart,
the pieces will pop your lungs
and flood your chest with regret.
no one stays up just to watch the stars,
they stay up to find themselves in the sky
(self centered ******** every one).
maybe i’m just too good at being bad,
But good is hard to find and far away
bad at love and here to stay.
Sep 17, 2017
Sep 17, 2017 at 10:53 PM UTC
no one can sleep on a broken heart,
the pieces will pop your lungs
and flood your chest with regret.
no one stays up just to watch the stars,
they stay up to find themselves in the sky
(self centered ******** every one).
maybe i’m just too good at being bad,
But good is hard to find and far away
bad at love and here to stay.
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