I hope I cut myself shaving tomorrow
I hope it bleeds all day long
Our friends say it’s darkest before the sun rises
We’re pretty sure they’re all wrong
I hope it stays dark forever
I hope the worst isn’t over
And I hope you blink before I do
Yeah I hope I never get sober
And I hope when you think of me years down the line
You can’t find one good thing to say
And I’d hope that if I found the strength to walk out
You’d stay the hell out of my way
I am drowning
There is no sign of land
You are coming down with me
Hand in unlovable hand
And I hope you die
I hope we both diebeen a while.
This has been on repeat in my car since I’ve been back. Mostly because of the “I hope the junkyard a few blocks from here/someday burns down/And I hope the rising black smoke carries me far away and I never come back to this town/again, in my life” etc etc cause there really is a junkyard a few blocks from my workplace and I don’t know how to feel about where I live right now
(Source: dolphinlegs)
