Tags indie rock, brooding
July 03, 2012
Sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine.
a mix tape you'll never get by wornsilk
because i'm a coward.
alternative/indie, unrequited love, quiet
"I was finding myself sleepless." by wornsilk
"And he was running out of lullabies.
alternative, sad, sleep
we look like animals by wornsilk
Sorry about the blood in your mouth.
indie rock, brooding
the furthest distance between two points: by wornsilk
And I realize that this is going to be the hardest thing in the world, because I have no clue where you are right now, other than the vague location of...
where is my boy, sad, love, goodbye