RIP Eric #byefornow
get it here
I might as well tell you I’ve been living inside your arm. Under the skin. Near the tendons. Your right arm. I’m not down to the bone yet, but I’m getting there. I’ve been wriggling around and I know it’s uncomfortable, but I feel so at home. It’s better than trying to be close to you because now I am you. I spiral around, up and down, to the tips of your fingers and sometimes all the way back up until I am almost at your breast. It’s me when you feel those twitches. I’m serious now. At night is when it’s most noticeable. It’s strange because you’re alone, but now you should know you aren’t, really. Unrelated is that feeling of something hovering above you when you’re in bed. I know you thought that was me, and in some sort of way, maybe it is, but technically, I can’t float above you, I can only live inside your arm. This time of year is best for me because the more layers of clothes you put on, the more it feels like just you and me together, hidden from everyone else. I’ve been living there for almost 6 years now and please know it’s a romantic gesture I love you so fucking much.
"Only a servant to blues would wait this long for you."
Sometimes I think my Tumblr followers are mad at me.
All the roses and the simple picture poses that she sent to you
All the crying and the lying left you dying for a another view
Or another clue
Something laid out neatly
Cause if she really loved you she would tell you sweetly
She tried to hit you but she swung and then she missed you and she broke her hand
She tried to hold you but you laughed because she told you that she loves your band
She doesn’t understand
She missed the point completely
If she really loves your songs she would say so sweetly
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