The sickness comes and goes and keeps me in my bed.
A fatal flower grows from deep inside my head.
I single sniff and I go back to every single time
it felt so right, when it felt so funny.
It was strange and light,
like a feather on your tummy.
When I think about before,
I wish I’d been somebody else.
Hold on to your love,
‘cause that’s what got you here.
That’s what makes you tough.
You hold on with your gloves.
We got a hot one here.
No need to give it up.
Just hold on to your love.
You got a lot in there.
No need to give it up.
Just hold on with your gloves.
You got a hot one there.
No need to look for somebody else.
I know next to nothing about this guy, but everything I have heard, I’ve totally adored. His voice is fantastic, and I really like the phrasing in his songwriting.
(via youtacky-thing)
