My favorite part of a Fruit By The Foot is definitely the end. It’s like you’re getting double, because it’s folded and such. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside.
And baby, honestly it’s harder breathing next to you, I shake.
I brought a gun and as the preacher tried to stop me.
Hold my heart it’s beating for you anyway.
What if I can’t forget you?
I’ll burn your name into my throat.
I’ll be the fire that’ll catch you.
What’s so good about picking up the pieces?
None of the colors ever light up anymore in this hole.
This song. Yes.