So the ambulances came
They took your pulse
Packed up your things
And the papers read
Some boys forget
What the heart it brings
And the pounding in the street
Was your heart in four four time
And the taste of defeat
Was never too far from your mind
They’re not you’re friends
They all wanna sell your blod.
Isn’t that why everybody signed up?
(if you don’t agree this man is perfect then GTFO!!!)
Was I good to you
the wife of my youth?
No another soul can love you,
like my rotten bones do.
No Retreat
No Regrets
My new gaslight anthem tattoos!! (Taken with instagram)
Stop clickin your red heels
And wishing for home.
Im hearin that he tells you
he can read your bones.
Is he better than my love?
I always kinda sorta wish I looked like Elvis.
And in my head
theres all these classic cars
And outlaw cowboy bands
I always kinda sorta wish I was someone else
Believe me when I tell you this man is as close to a god as they come. He’s so perfect. Just listen…
Brian Fallon - Tin Pan Alley
They’re not you’re friends,
They all wanna sell your blood.
And isn’t that why everybody signs up?
Forget it baby,
Keep your eyes on that Cadillac.
And keep them feet dancing,
Fore they say you’re too old…
My queen of the Bronx.
Blue eyes and spitfire.
