Star by star. We're holding up the heavens. Fire my heart up like a new obsession. Burn the sky. Oh. We were born to blaze like dynamite. I know. We were born to blaze like dynamite. Burn the sky. Oh.
I won't wear makeup on Thursday. I'm sick of covering up. I'm tired of feeling so broken. I'm tired of falling in love. Sometimes I'm shy, and I'm anxious. Sometimes I'm down on my knees. Sometimes I