I just love listening to people talk, I find myself listening to other people’s conversations just because I like to hear how someone describes things or explains something. It interests me so much, as weird and crazy as this all sounds
And dear God, I know that I should hate you,
For all the tears you’ve ever made me shed,
And I know that I should fear you,
For how badly you’ve fucked with my head.
But the memory of your sweet kisses are a taste my lips still remember,
And the ghost of your lingering scent is a fire in the middle of a frozen December
- i’m tired of you being on my mind all the fucking time