There's something about your face, that makes me wanna cut it off. There's something about this place, that makes me want to scream

Sleep,
Eat,
Love,
Fuck,
Kiss,
Shower,
Work,
Drive,
Smoke,
Drink,
Hug,
Cry,
Live
and Die.
Together.
Please, pretend like you actually know something.


Our hands warm and sweaty, our pulse vibrating through our thumbs, synchronized together.
Your familiar aroma welcomes me. You do not have to open your arms for me to know how you feel.
Puzzle pieces that fit, a problem solved. Little mysteries day to day leading to our fortune, our fate.
Our path is a long, and crooked one. I've got my good shoes on. Do you?
Danger around every bend, but Ive got your hand, and you've got mine.
Our hands will lead us on. Onward until the clock runs out, until everything is black.