Christine doesn’t seem to mind that all of my songs are about dying and suicide. Sometimes I don’t think I mind when she yells at my friends, I wanna yell at my friends sometimes. Sticking flowers in each others’ hair. All making out, all showing the world we don’t care. And I know that every moment’s fleeting. I know I have too many feelings.
I hope y’all are praising today and not smoking the devil’s grass!! Amen.
Keep your hand on The Lord’s heart