lyriquediscorde:

pameluv:

deathbycowbell:

Brand New - Me vs Maradona vs Elvis

I will lie awake.
Lie for fun and fake the way I hold you.
Let you fall for every empty word I say.

Barely conscious in the door where you stand,
your eyes are fighting sleep as your mouth makes your demands.
You laugh at every word trying hard to be cute,
I almost feel sorry for what I’m going to do.
And your hair smells of smoke.
Who will cast the first stone?
You can sin or spend the night all alone.

Brass buttons on your coat hold the cold.
In the shape of a heart that they cut out of stone.
You’re using all your looks that you’ve thrown from the start.
If you let me have my way, I swear I’ll tear you apart.