i was sick in the head for her, and there wasn’t a cure
i should probably go to sleep
i wanna meet you all over again
I switched my motto; instead of saying “fuck tomorrow”
That buck that bought a bottle could’ve struck the lotto
Im tryna take you there…
If you were a drug, there wouldn’t be a sober vein in my body.
― i’m fucking addicted to you (via the-psycho-cutie)