Hi, I'm Lyndon. I'm eighteen. I live in Canada. I love a little bit of everything, even you (probably).
If you don't catch the reference in the title, I don't blame you. But I hope the reading inspires you in a way the title can't. Ask me anything. Follow me if you like what you see.
Unintentionally, it looks like my blog is about dealing with things like:
growing up,
and dealing with things like friendship,
and love,
and realizing the world is never going to be like you think it is.
Oh, and sarcasm.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
It’s party night tonight, just like every night;
And once again, you’ve death defied.
And how are those things that crawled up inside your head?
Polish off this bottle and pour yourself into bed.
Let’s shoot some drugs and fall in love,
‘cause I feel like…
And you’re sick all the time
It’s a constant battle with sunshine
But I love the way you electrify.
There’s something very damaged about you,
But I’ve got a bad habit of never giving up
Even when you want me to.
(Touch me)
I
(Come apart)
Let’s shoot some drugs and fall in love,
‘cause I feel like getting tangled up in your bones.
Someone gave you up; you were prosthetic in love,
But I will keep you carved inside my gun
Until morning comes.
I can feel the dawn peering in,
And I’m gonna lose you all over again. (Over again, over again, over again, over again)
I’ve been so high on you, I never quite came down.
Let’s shoot some drugs and fall in love,
Cause I feel like getting tangled up in your bones.
Someone gave you up; you were prosthetic in love,
But I will keep you carved inside my gun