I want to know your plans, and how involved in them I am.
When I go to sleep for good will I be forgiven?
And If you want roses, you can go buy a bouquet.
If that just won’t cut it, well what can I say?

You’re what keeps me believing the world’s not gone dead.
Strength in my bones put the words in my head.
When they pour out to paper, it’s all for you.
‘Cause that’s what you do.

(Source: waveobabies, via thoughtless-romantic-deactivate)