addiction ✎ phan

day seventeen

i don't wanna do this by myself
i don't wanna live like a broken record
i've heard these lines a thousand times
and i've seen it all before

are we close enough?
there is something i must confide
i think we've lost our touch
there's no sparkle in those eyes

what an awful mess i've made
there's nothing left to say

"this song is art," dan mumbles.

"it is"

"well, phil-i'll-never-smoke-lester, give my cigarette back," he smiles and takes it. phil giggles and looks at dan, thinking that he's beautiful.