foreverdecayed:

Once I sink my teeth, the skin’s not so tough
I’ll leave a tiny cut, there’ll be a lot of blood
But once you wipe it up, you will feel better about our entire situation
You are my light, no need to hide
You are my clock, keep me on time
You are my angel, you are my crime
I’ll serve this sentence the rest of my life

weareparamore:

“I’m still into him”