Death Cab For Cutie//Expo ‘86
I am waiting for something to go wrong
I am waiting for familiar resolve
I am waiting for another repeat
Another diet fed by crippling defeat
And I am waiting for that sense of relief
I am waiting for you to flee the scene
As if you held in your hand the smoking gun
And on the floor lay the one you said you loved.
And it’s strange
They’re all basically the same
So i don’t ask names anymore.
(via fearfulbones)
ArtistDeath Cab for Cutie
TitleExpo '86
AlbumTransatlanticism
With my broken heart, and my absent God, I have no faith. But it is all I want… To be loved, and believe in my soul.
(via fearfulbones)
Lake McDonald, Montana
photo via brigit
sobbing from the perfection of this
