I smoke your brand of cigarettes
And pray that you might give me a call
I lie around on bed all day just staring at the walls
Hanging round bars at night
Wishing I had never been born
And give myself to anyone who wants to take me home
So no, of course, we can’t be friends
Not while I still feel like this
I guess I always knew the score
This is where our story ends.
(via lovequotesrus)
(Source: y0gurt, via lovequotesrus)