𝔠𝔲𝔯𝔰𝔢𝔡 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔯𝔞𝔤𝔢

blasphemous, home—grown, angel.

ᅠ⠀ᅠ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ᅠ 𝖜𝖊 𝖑𝖆𝖞 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕲𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝖔𝖋 𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖁𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐒

You might be the one to take away the pain And let my mind go quiet And nothing else is quite the same as how I feel when I'm at your side

How could anyone take me for the way I am? Save the bullets, baby She said, "You ain't gotta fight to get in my head" So solid in the middle of my war zone My baby handles me so gеntle If I push, will you pull a little tighter? To you I wanna bе a little nicer