I wish I wrote this

She's at a loss
And I'm dead wrong
Someday I'll come to miss you

Why'd I arm the bombs?
Wide eyes and holes
Someday I'll pull my teeth out

I see you later in the nighttime
Where all the colors all dark are glowing
We don't really get along
We get down, we get down
I see you later in the moonlight
But all the colors are softly fading
We don't really want to die
We get down, we get down

Why'd I arm the bombs?
Wide eyes and holes
Someday I'll pull my teeth out


I've been pretty inspiration free lately..so for now Phantogram is my muse. It makes me want to dance, get lost, and write an essay about abstract subjects all at the same time.