mewithoutYou

[dogpack]

So turn your ears
You musicians, to silence
'Cause they only come out when it's quiet
Their tails brushing over your eyelids
Oh, wake up, sleepers
And rise from the dead!
Or the fur that they shed
That's gonna lay on your bed
In a delicate orange-ish cinnamon red
Ah, but I don't need this!
I don't need this
My doubts, my loves
I don't need this

#post_hardcore