teenage girl / cherry glazerr
written by (via jumpscare)
The world is full of noise yeah
I hear it all the time
You know I am your dagger
You know I am your wound
I thought I heard you whisper
It happens all the time
I miss the bed,
but I prefer your arms that keep me warm.
I miss the windows,
but I prefer the light that shines from your eyes.
I miss the record player,
but I prefer the sound of your heart beating.
It’s just one of those weeks when you feel like you’d rather be dead.
When your “home” doesn’t feel quite like home anymore.
A real cool song my bf showed me that I can’t stop listening to.