I walk home alone with you, in the mood you’re born into
Sometimes you let me in, and I take it on the chin.
I can’t get clean again. I wanna know; can we get clean again? Third Eye Blind, God of Wine (via hornsbooksandgingers)
Sometimes you let me in, and I take it on the chin.
I can’t get clean again. I wanna know; can we get clean again? Third Eye Blind, God of Wine (via hornsbooksandgingers)

