The smell of your sheets is the reminence of this. This is the last time, this is the last fight, sunsets to sunrise, morning to midnight. And this is my goodbye. So blow out the candle, the bottle is dry. And these pages learn to breath. You're not even worth my black ink revenge.
So I'm writing you out of my dreams. And you'll miss me I swear when I leave.
black ink revenge // automatic loveletter
Love this song.
I've had this set in my drafts reworked about a billion times. And I think this is the best I can get it. I thought it was a little different from my current pattern of sets. Less pink and purple...more color :).