#fob talk

got my stitches stitched got my fixes fixed and in my aching head i got my kisses slit our gossip lips stuttered every word i said… i said… i got your love letters corrected the grammar and sent them back it’s true romance is dead i shot it in the chest then in the head and if you wanna go down in history then i’m your prince cause they’ve got me in a bad way i’ve never seen a heart i couldn’t break it was never about the songs it was competition make the biggest scene make the biggest…

and in the end if i don’t make it on the list would you sneak me a wristband -> i guess i’m getting older ‘cause i’m less pissed when i can’t get onto the guest list to the end of the world