Take me to a place where I don’t know anybody.
Leave me alone for now.
I’ve grown sick of every face that I’ve known.
This keeps me up at night.

I can’t let go, I’ll break, I’ll fold.
It’s got to be this air that’s killing me.
I know alone is all I’ve known
and it’s old and I’m cold, yeah, but it doesn’t phase me.

(Source: matthew-mark)

10:29 pm  •  18 October 2012  •  178 notes