every weekend i pray that maroon isn't a surprise song because I would kill myself earlier if i couldn't scream my lungs to
WHEN THE SILENCE CAME, WE WERE SHAKING BLIND AND HAZY HOW THE HELL DID WE LOSE SIGHT OF US AGAIN SOBBIN' WITH YOUR HEAD IN YOUR HANDS AIN'T THAT THE WAY SHIT ALWAYS ENDS? YOU WERE STANDING HOLLOW-EYED IN THE HALLWAY CARNATIONS YOU HAD THOUGHT WERE ROSES THAT'S US










