ANNIE JANUARY & BILLY BUTCHER // SHIPPING AESTHETIC :
You got me sipping on something, I can't compare to nothing. I've ever known, I'm hoping that after this fever I'll survive. I know I'm acting a bit crazy, strung out, a little bit hazy. Hand over heart, I'm praying, that I'm gonna make it out alive. The bed's getting cold and you're not here, the future that we hold is so unclear. But I'm not alive until you call. And I'll bet the odds against it all, save your advice, 'cause I won't hear, you might be right, but I don't care. There's a million reasons why I should give you up, but the heart wants what it wants. The heart wants what it wants. You got me scattered in pieces, shining like stars and screaming, lighting me up like Venus. But then you disappear and make me wait, and every second's like torture. Heroin drip, no more so. Finding a way to let go, baby, baby, no, I can't escape. // the heart wants what it wants by selena gomez
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