Bright Eyes| Lua
But me I’m not a gamble you can count on me to split
The love I sell you in the evening, by the morning won’t exist.
(Source: augusthoughts, via sweet-little-thing)
Our hands only shake when we cross state lines.
I’ve made hundreds of mistakes
And peace with dying in my sleep
But that’s what’s right for me
While the kids back home will leap
To the riverbeds below Market Street.
(Source: seethroughperson, via karaschneikart)