feel free to edit for pronouns/tense etc. tw/cw for sex, drugs, death.

chit chat

hey there drama, are you into karma?

cause the thought is scaring me to death

do you know that it’s never ever gonna be the way you want it?

i thought i told you i really need your sugar

do you mind if i steal your heart?

home movies

we traded love for sex and you said get it on camera

you’re gone you ghost of mine, and what’s worse?

i wish that i were better at letting it go but now...

you’re like a wandering dream

let me down easy

someone’s disaster

i’ve been searching for a drug like you

i just wanna be someone’s disaster

i can’t break but i know you’re trying

you’ve been looking for a wreck like me

a perfect catastrophic harmony

goddess

i know that your heart is heavy with the things you regret

you need to be never broken-hearted

honey, don’t preach

i don’t know what i couldn’t see in you

all this emptiness, it’s the catalyst

tremors

i get the feeling there’s nothing more that i can do

can’t escape it even if i ever wanted to

there’s a spirit haunting me, and it shows

i only feel it when she tremors

the sun started from your incandescent energy

sex, drugs, etc.

calling all the wallflowers i know

i don’t need that late night high

i’m floating on my vibe

everywhere i go i know that i don’t want to be 

saw that not many people write up historical/dramatical starters so i’m filling in the void. feel free to edit for pronouns/tense etc. tw/cw for violence, death, incest (due to the source)

the doom reserved for enemies marches on the ones we love the most

i know nothing more, whether our luck’s improved or ruin’s still to come

what’s the matter? trouble, clearly... you sound so dark, so grim

even if i die in the act, that death will be a glory

wild, irrational as you are ___, you are truly dear to the ones who love you 

i could never stand by silent, watching destruction march against our city

here is a dark sign from the gods - what to make of this?

believe me, the stiffest stubborn wills fall the hardest

you, aren’t you ashamed to differ so from them? 

death longs for the same rites for all

what do i care for life, cut off from you?

save yourself. i don’t grudge you your survival

that’s how you ought to feel within your heart, subordinate to _’s will in every way

protect your rights? when you trample down the honours of the gods?

i fill with tears, i cannot hold them back

but she was a god, born of gods, we are only mortals born to die

i have no home on earth and none below

your dying drags me down to death alive!

your own blind will, your passion has destroyed you

see what i suffer now at the hands of what breed of men

i’ve never wavered from your advice before

you will learn when you listen to the warnings of my craft

the gods are deaf to our prayers, they spurn the offerings in our hands

once the wrong is done, a man can turn his back on folly, misfortune too

lay my pride bare to the blows of ruin? that’s dreadful

he’s as good as dead, i tell you, a living corpse

oh great seer, you saw it all, you brought your word to birth!

tell me the news, again, whatever it is... sorrow and i are hardly strangers.

for mortal men there is no escape from the doom we must endure