I give in. I breathe out. I want you, there’s no doubt. I freak out, I’m left out. Without you, I’m without. I’m crossed out, I’m kicked out. I cry out. I reach out. Don’t walk away. Don’t walk away. Don’t walk away. Don’t walk away.
“When I say “romantic,” I mean a sensibility that sees everything, and has to express everything, and still doesn’t know what it is – it hurts that bad. It just madly tries to speak whatever it feels, and that can mean vast things. That sort of mentality can turn a sun-kissed orange into a flaming meteorite, and make it sound like that in a song.”—Jeff Buckley (via theseviolentdelights) (via paperhouse)