xavimustdie

You're killing me, babe,

I don't have much to spare.

You turn devotion into stationery,

I don't think you know what you're waiting for.

Keeping me on the line, my legs are weak now.

Waiting on calls, waiting on planes.

Go sing your song while I stumble on my words.

Match made in purgatory-isn't that what they say?

Drowning in your voice, isn't it romantic being this breathless?

Older, less wiser

with beauty slipping through my fingers, dreaming I would be someone else in the morning - with a functioning brain and a warm soul

leaving behind my bag of bones, where fear becomes flesh and dreams become dust.

I will find a place where love is easier to find and cavities won't exist.

My blood will rush;

canals will bring me luck, the old shores will shine for me.

With every wave the salt will melt my disgrace; saints and angels will listen and won't laugh.

Someone will hold my hand through the rain, and I will be someone else.

I was born from my mother's pain and her hunger.

My stubbornness could not save me

from the same fate

Cursed to yell, cursed to beg,

cursed to seek in others what she never gave.

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amberrkatiexo:

He is so FUCKING talented.

Gerard, you are an inspiration in more ways than one.

ryan ross with his tambourine

onstage with the young veins at the loft in atlanta, georgia on 10 july 2010