“And my enemies? Yeah I fucking hate them. But I’ve got the guts to say it, you’re spitting venom”
Kanye West - Blood on the Leaves (with Nina Simone)
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees. Blood on the leaves.
You could’ve been somebody, instead you had to tell somebody. Let’s take it back to the first party when you tried your first molly and came out of your body. Running naked down the lobby and you was screamin’ that you love me. Before the limelight tore ya, before the limelight stole ya. Remember we were so young when I would hold you. Before the glory I know there ain’t wrong with me.
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.
Selena Gomez - Come & Get It.
When you’re ready, come and get it.
Au Revoir (Adios) - The Front Bottoms.
You know what I think’s really sad, I know how really sad you are. I’m probably gonna leave real soon, just wanted to let you you know before I say au revoir.
ROCK N’ ROLL. ROCK N’ ROLL. YOU PROBABLY DON’T UNDERSTAND WHAT I MEAN.
Waxahatchee - I Think I Love You
We digress. You’re inhaling smoke, emotionless, somewhere on a map, unaware that I am falling flat. And you will hurt me. And I deserve it. It’s late. You are not awake and it’s nothing. I want you so bad it’s devouring me and I think I love you, but you’ll never find out.
Joyce Manor - Leather Jacket
I HATE THE WAY YOU’RE LEANIN’ AND YOU’RE LOOKIN’ AT YOUR PHONE. I HATE THE WAY I FEEL LIKE DYIN’ WHEN I’M ALL ALONE.
Sweet Savannah - Shooter Jennings.
It’s gettin’ cold, I put my jacket on your back and we smoke a cigarette, the last one in the pack. I still remember exactly what you said, that you had demons that you couldn’t put to bed. Now I’m leaving, yeah, I’m moving out west and it’s time for us to lay our history to rest. I still remember a tear drop in your eye, but you know I couldn’t stand to see you cry.
Always - blink-182.
Kiss you, taste you, all night, always.
Bastards - Defeater.
Still all you see is that bastard in me.
Chance the Rapper - Lost.
I blessed myself inside your arms one day. Swear to God there I was when the dress and the silver buttons fade away. Miss Mary Mattress, geriatrics. Fuck me into open caskets. I wanna die with this, I wanna stop seeing my psychiatrist. She said “pill pop, baby girl, ‘cause I promise you, you tweaked. The empty bottled loneliness, this happiness you seek. The masochism that you preach, practice back flips, tragic actress on a movie with no screen. When the only time he loves me is naked in my dreams.