"Went to the store, sat on Santa’s lap.
Asked him to bring my friends all kinds of crap.
He said all you need is to write them a song.
Now, you haven’t heard it yet, so don’t try to sing along.
No, don’t sing along.”
and know that i watch everything you do // and hope that i never stop watching you
the day i stop is the day i’m through // you’re a marked man
you never need to apologize for how you chose to survive // clementine von radics
LOOK AT THAT FUCKING SMILE THOUGH