And so I walk the web in search of love, but always seem to end up stuck. I’m finding flaws in everyone. I’ve reached the point where all I want is to sleep around in hopes that I will catch back up. We are parallel lines, we’re running in circles; We’re never meant to cross.

B is for believing you’d always be here for me.
E is for everything, even when we’d see it though.
C is for seeing through you. You are a fake, which brings me to…
A because, you always run away.

I never finish phrases I misspell. An open arm’s a prison cell. When I said, “I hate what I’ve become” I lied — I hated who I was. So when you start to wonder about the pain in my throat, then don’t you ever, no never ever, speak for someone you don’t know.

“DOG PROBLEMS” - THE FORMAT.
Listening to The Format reminds me of when I was 18 and just started college. :)

(Source: mylifeasapigeon)