a song we're writing for tour. x.

[beau blood rush]

i’m stuck,
like a postage stamp addressed too hell
with the girls that ‘go out’ in the dark
‘till you steal a light from somebody else
romeos & our hazy-heads trickin’ sweet juliets too bed
& oh my god,
the headaches you must get from the weight of that crown

‘cos i can carry the world on my back but i’ll need a hand with ‘me’
& you know that i love ya i just took it back ‘cos it won’t mean a thing


till i’m back

till i’m back

home, the cities get me sick & i’m outta’ antidotes
home, hook me to the IV ‘cos i need an overdose
home, we’re the ‘too-brave’ birds with clipped wings
flying on
flying on

patient princes livin’ on dead phone lines
wished real hard too make it stop
ricochet off clubs to some bedroom to get by
‘flyin’ bullet’ love still splintering in my gut

‘cos i can carry the ‘world’ on my back but i’ll need a hand with ‘me’
& you know that i love ya i just took it back ‘cos it won’t mean a thing

(whistle)
till i’m back
(whistle)
till i’m back

home, the cities get me sick & i’m outta’ antidotes
home, hook me to the IV ‘cos i need an overdose
home, we’re the ‘too-brave’ birds with clipped wings
flying on
flying on

[beau blood rush]

woops, as in a song we're writing for tour about touring.

[gilfers]

I really like this (:
the first verse bit especially, it's truely awesomeee!

[beau blood rush]

thankyu

[MaddieFOHstack]

beau you are amazing
you never cease to impress me every time i read your lyrics
keep it up
@MaddieStack xx