Expectations.
Expectation: you and your band will enjoy touring and make a ton of friends and go through zero drama. Reality: anything but.
- it's time to take you home.
- it feels so early
- but i promised i would bring you to your door.
- now our lips are numb
- as we walk
- sharing warm alcohol
- that kiss tastes like summer.
- i hope you like the stars i stole for you.
- i'll be the brightest someday.
- i'll be the brightest someday, you'll see.
- don't rain on my parade
- it's gonna glow in the dark.
- i like it better when you can't keep warm.
- don't ruin a perfect thing.
- the boy on the blue moon dreams of sun.
- now as the rain falls
- like shattered pieces of glass from the sky
- we bleed like water colors and drunken pastels
- down the stairways.
- and i ask myself,
- why do i still pray?
- when will it end?
- and who ***ing cares?
- i swear to god,
- i did what i could.
- i practically begged you
- i pretended everything was fine.