"Here's a story about a boy named Jay."

Holiday's been cancelled.
What a Christmas.

Keep us Far Apart

If home is where the heart is were all just fucked. I would shoot the sunshine in to my veins, to remember the good old days. It’s so funny the wear I wear an anchor around my neck when being anchored to port feels like a curse. My mind is a safe, and if I keep it, it will be all the rage. My body is an orphanage we take every one in, doing lines of dust and sweat off last nights stage just to feel like you. A roman candle heart keep us far apart.