littlehoneybadger:

Chasing The Wind | This Providence

I am floating away, lost in a space of my own; and I am floating in space, lost in hallucinations. You should have known I was dangerous when I found the keys on the stairs, and hardly made it through the front door; I was wondering if anyone cared. A pink painted tree house in a weeping willow; this is where I go. Nothing matters. I’m just chasing the wind. Nothing matters. I’m just chasing the wind if I can’t have you, darling. I was just passing your house by. Sorry I didn’t ring. Do you think I could come in? I was somewhere taking flight; as high as kite cut from a string. You should have known I was dangerous, but fate has a way with these things; like vultures that circle a carcass were the demons that wait to feed on my sin. A pink painted tree house in a weeping willow; this is where I go. Nothing matters. I’m just chasing the wind. Nothing matters. I’m just chasing the wind if I can’t have you, darling. Don’t take me home. Don’t let me go because I should not be alone. Don’t take me home Don’t let me go because I should not be alone. I should not be alone. Nothing matters. I’m just chasing the wind. Nothing matters. I’m just chasing the wind if I can’t have you, darling.

littlehoneybadger:

Chasing The Wind | This Providence

I am floating away, lost in a space of my own; and I am floating in space, lost in hallucinations. You should have known I was dangerous when I found the keys on the stairs, and hardly made it through the front door; I was wondering if anyone cared. A pink painted tree house in a weeping willow; this is where I go. Nothing matters. I’m just chasing the wind. Nothing matters. I’m just chasing the wind if I can’t have you, darling. I was just passing your house by. Sorry I didn’t ring. Do you think I could come in? I was somewhere taking flight; as high as kite cut from a string. You should have known I was dangerous, but fate has a way with these things; like vultures that circle a carcass were the demons that wait to feed on my sin. A pink painted tree house in a weeping willow; this is where I go. Nothing matters. I’m just chasing the wind. Nothing matters. I’m just chasing the wind if I can’t have you, darling. Don’t take me home. Don’t let me go because I should not be alone. Don’t take me home Don’t let me go because I should not be alone. I should not be alone. Nothing matters. I’m just chasing the wind. Nothing matters. I’m just chasing the wind if I can’t have you, darling.