Dead Butterflies

midnight

Stars strung through our (wrist!)
Through the midnight (bliss!)
I won't feel my (heart!)
I won't feel my (heart!)

I wish it wasn't like this!
I wish it wasn't like this!

thorns
heat death of the universe
that feeling in your chest
Ramona, The Hurt
I See Myself In You, I Hate It.
Aorta + Dead Butterflies
Dead Butterflies