ffffvvvv:

spirit fuck

well there’s wolves in my head
and i’ve lost all my debts and
this money’s been burying me
out by the leaves and though
you have changed like all this
weather, i know you’re no longer
the summer—no longer

and i sit smoking all those
cigarettes, they just burn my lungs
burn my lungs and i have all
these heavy breathes, oh i guess
we tried our hardest, we
tried our hardest, we tried our hardest

and i’ve loved loving ideas of you
and all the things that you do,
you’re my favorite chord
my favorite songs, and i love it all

and oh you’re playing jokes on me
my head’s not conditioned the way
it should be, and i sit and stare at 
these ghosts and i hope that you
will come home and i hope that you
will come home, come home

and i loved jesus christ in the middle of the night
when i prayed to myself that i wouldn’t die
from all the drugs and alcohol that i have consumed
and maybe i will survive this night this tune
and i will sing all these songs the poetry
that obsessed my lungs so elegantly
and i try and i tried my best tonight
because i love loving ideas of you

oh i love loving ideas of you
oh i love loving ideas of you
oh i love loving ideas of you
oh i love