music when ur sad, numb, or just wanna jam

‘Cause you are my medicine When you’re close to me

one last kiss i need you like i need a gaping head wound one last kiss i love you like an alcoholic

Sophomore year You rushed for an average of eight and a third yards per carry All eyes were on you Junior year Blew your knee out at an out of town game Nowhere to go but down down down Nothing but the ground left for you to fall to By July, you had made a new bunch of brand new friends in people you used to look down on And you’d figured out a way to make real money Given ends to your friends, and it felt stupendous Chrome spokes on your Japanese bike But selling acid was a bad idea And selling it to a cop was a worse one The new law said seventeen year olds could do federal time You were the first one so I sing this song for you William Stanaforth Donahue Your grandfather rode the boat over from Ireland but you made a bad decision or two yeah.

The Glow Pt. 2 | The Microphones

when you’re all alone I will reach for you when you’re feeling low I will be there too

Oh, get me away from here I’m dying Play me a song to set me free Nobody writes them like they used to So it may as well be me

It starts right now, there’s a way I was before but I can’t recall how I was those days anymore I’m learning how to be here and nowhere else how to focus on what I can do myself

Telling everyone you know Maybe I’ll be bad for you Maybe you’re too good for me Everyone is getting screwed

but that doesn’t matter now, you’re still plastered on my walls and I just can’t bring myself to cover you

“Joe Arpaio is a Punk” // Andrew Jackson Jihad

Aus-Rotten - Xenophobia

all of your lives unled, reading in bed