Throwing punches at ocean waves
I’ve been waiting for a good day
I’ve been holding back long enough
I’ve been hurting to tell you some things
it’s not the falling of the temperature
that’s making all our bones run cold
it’s the breeze you make,
the presence felt when you’re around me
I am heaven sent,
don’t you dare forget
Every time I think about you
I get fucked up.
I feel like all the stars are falling
inside my heart.
Great, of all the Liz Prince comics, the one that I couldn’t find was the one where she sang along to “Sell My Old Clothes, I’m Off to Heaven”.
Like seriously, even google couldn’t find it.