aconybell:

How do your pistol and your Bible
And your sleeping pills go? 
Are you still jumping out of windows
In expensive clothes? 
Well, I fell in love with your sailor’s mouth
And your wounded eyes. 

You better get down on the floor,
Don’t you know this is war?
Tell me, who are you this time?
Tell me, who are you this time? 

(via applecocaine)