Music makes the world go round

RETURN(ed)

Put on your eyeliner, checkered shirt, skinny jeans and sneakers. Bring pizza and play your favorite band. Here's the server to all emos and pop punk kids!

Stand Atlantic in molotov [OK]

Like a little splinter buried in your skin Someone else can carve it out, but when you’ve got the pin It hurts a little less and you can even push it further in When your body’s screaming out, trust your mind’s listening Like a silhouette that you can barely see As a shadow cast upon the ground where you’ll eventually Lay forever, but the day goes on, the sun moves behind you You get taller, bolder, stronger and the rear view only blinds you

I think I got a fuckin’ deathwish

I learned to live with these eyes in my closet Hands in my pockets Alone while surrounded I’m breathing, I’m drowning I haven’t slept in days but who’s counting?