: endlessly.
there’s a shop down the street
where they sell plastic rings
for a quarter a piece
i swear it…
no it’s not what you think,
not like gold in your dreams
but i hope that you’ll
still wear it.yeah, ink may stain my skin
and my jeans may all be ripped.
i’m not perfect
but i’m perfect for…
(Source: symphonysoldier)
