become the warm jets.

henderson

[yourmidwestdeath]

the city wants my money

but i only want you

the city wants to kill me

but i’ll die when i want to

so you moved to new york city

cause you’re lonely and confused

and you can’t quite sleep with the noises at night

on bushwick avenue

the city thinks you’re pretty

do you think i’m pretty too

this weather’s awful shitty

and it’s ruining my mood

so you moved to new york city

cause you’re lonely and confused

and you can’t quite sleep with the noises at night

on bushwick avenue

[yourmidwestdeath]

“my blueberry girl

don’t let em get you”