I want you to miss me in the middle of your busy day, as well as when you’re lonely.
I don’t want to be your first thought in the morning but maybe you’re favorite top ten and I kinda wouldn’t mind always being the last voice, or at least one of them, you hear before you fall asleep.
I want to kiss you in a hundred different places and I want you to fall in love with me.
I want to show you why it never worked out with somebody else…because all of that was just practice, preparing you for me.
i feel like once you were emo in middle school youre low key emo for the rest of your life, like you could be 20 in the middle of college wearing uggs or whatever but once you hear the first key to the black parade/i write sins/sugar we’re going down you sprout an imaginary fringe and start yelling your lungs out like its 2007 all over again