i sleep with the wolves in my head and wake up in my own blood
we love the things that kill us
i think she's caught between who she is and who she wants to be
i'm not the silly romantic you think. i don't want the heavens or the shooting stars. i don't want gemstones or gold. i have those things already. i want...a steady hand. a kind soul. i want to fall asleep and wake, knowing my heart is safe.