why do we constantly crave things that will inevitably hurt us in the end? why is it so difficult for smokers to stop their restless fingers from lighting up another cigarette between their smoke stained lips, why do moths find themselves turning into ashes underneath the flickering flames of an open fire and why do i feel completely incapable of forgetting about you and letting go of the senseless idea that we could’ve actually been something? i know that you’re no good for me so why do i still want you???

it’s funny how we don’t talk anymore but the sound of your voice is still echoing in the back of my mind like crazy and the words i miss you are still here lingering… begging to escape from the tip of my tongue.


High For This - The Weeknd