ithyle

I sure doubt you'll hear it. This is song number three and goodbye. Erin, you're burning my eyes. You wrote that you're leaving. I wish i could miss you this time. Los Angeles. No angel of mine. I want to buy you minutes. No, I want for the night that we met to go on forever instead. You keep living in still life. You live in the girls that I bed. You're living in songs and my sweat. You come pouring in. A thorn in my chest. Bleeding me blissfully. I love how it hurts. I love how this hurts. I sure doubt you'll hear it. This is song number three and goodbye. Baby, you're burning my eyes. You wrote that you're leaving. I wish i could miss you this time. LA. No angel of mine. The City of Angels: my demon alive.