old habits
falling, crawling back to you
ripped tights, gas station lights, bar fights
the sort of boys you never introduce to your mother
where the word ‘love’ is enough to make you run away
I don’t know how this could be living,
but I feel more alive than I ever have, anyway
Feb 5, 2019
Feb 5, 2019 at 1:56 PM UTC
old habits
falling, crawling back to you
ripped tights, gas station lights, bar fights
the sort of boys you never introduce to your mother
where the word ‘love’ is enough to make you run away
I don’t know how this could be living,
but I feel more alive than I ever have, anyway
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