the mermaid map
I've lived in new york city, paris, los angeles, boston, & washington dc...and I love nothing more than a good adventure.
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I’ll expose myself to the deepest depths to know I gave all it took
I’ll deprive myself of oxygen just to get another look
And they try to pull me away from the fire, but I’m drenched in soot
Yeah what they say is true, I would lay down for you
You know, I don’t care if you smell of smoke
Not if the inside of your house is grey, not if we lost everything
I’ll walk in circles, staring at the same stars
And I’ll sing myself little songs just to remind myself of the course
But nothing about this navigation is flawed
You taught me to steer with a sailor’s eye
And this doesn’t feel like a stage
So why is there an audience?
Yeah you know this could turn a fine nectar sour
You know you’re sticking your hands in a stranger power
You know I’ll lay next to you until it’s all said and done
So why put me through these chills?
And you try to pretend that you don’t care
But I’m flawless at seeing through an artifice
You can act all you want but I know your script
And I know you’re buried too
I’ll expose myself to the deepest depths to know I gave all it took
I’ll deprive myself of oxygen just to get another look
And they try to pull me away from the fire, but I’m drenched in soot
Yeah what they say is true, I would lay down for you
You know, I don’t care if you smell of smoke
Not if the inside of your house is grey, not if we lost everything
You know this could turn a fine nectar sour
You know you’re sticking your hands in a stranger power
You know I’ll lay next to you until it’s all said and done
So why put me through this drowsiness
When all I want to do is sleep
Yeah what they say is true, I would lay down for you
Down for you, so won’t you bring me up?(c) Samantha Lipman 2012 -
Audio post reblogged from fuck yeah john gallagher jr[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]This track has had 289 playsConstance by Johnny Gallagher
John Gallagher Jr.
“And if you tell one more lie to me, I swear to God, you’ll turn to stone. You tell one more lie to me, prepare to get your cover blown. And if you still play with matches your perfect hair could catch ablaze, and I might just pass you on the street with an empty urge to fan the flames… When I sat down to write this, you were not even on my mind, but as it started racing you wrote yourself in every line. And I kissed you with my eyes closed and when I woke there was not a trace. If your nightmares ever run dry, I’ll lend you mine to take their place.”
