I was tired af but couldn’t sleep so I went for a smoke at 3 am
The couch may be taken, but Nightmare’s chest is not
Crawling with spiders, hidden away.
That wicked heart just always gets in the way.
Sour words never taste good.
You look so sad, thinking you should’ve done all the thing you did.
Maybe if you weren’t so alone, you wouldn’t be so bad.