nighttime clouds
ripping hearts to shreds like it's nothing; we all do it, don't tell me otherwise
making each other sick to the stomach, dancing with other people but we've got this death-defying love all over our hands
the music's different but we still like it sad, like pens resting on tables or stilling over pages like a last try
dirty movies late at night, crying before, during and after because our friends are traumatised
we will break hearts in places where they've never even ached before