When you're a kid, they tell you it's all... grow up.
Get a job. Get married. Get a house. Have a kid, and
that's it. But the truth is, the world is so much
stranger than that. It's so much darker. And so much
madder. And so much better.
I'd show that words of love in another language can be read
as a battle plan.
So I'd turn wars into carnivals and fists into
hands to make musical instruments out of killing tools.
Smile, tell me I'm alright
With a good bye
You are so misleading
A kiss or a gun fight
High-noon or midnight
Darling, I don't want to know
If I'm just a short sight on a cold night
The canals are freezing
So tell me I'm alright with a goodbye ♥♥♥♥♥♥ Canals by All Time Low