When you make it to your driveway,
Will you call to let me know that you’re ok?
And when you make it to your bedroom,
Do you collapse on your bed right away?
Or do you lay and think about how fucking lonely you’ve become?
|—||Edgar Allan Poe (via feathery-soul)|
We were walking there
I had tangles in my hair
But you make me feel so pretty
You have shining eyes
Yes like those forest lights
And it makes me want to cry