“No matter how many times they get bashed when I mention their name, or how many times Pete Wentz has kept me up with his riddles, or how many times I’ve forgotten them, only to bring them back. Through every night I spent staying up, and every friendship that’s been burned to the ground, and every disaster that’s found it’s way to me, they’ve been there. Even if it is only through speakers, and headphones, and lyrics, it’s more than I could ever ask for. And sure you could say it’s just a band, and they’re just lyrics, but they’re not. Not to me, anyway. They’re my back pocket safety, and there hasn’t been a moment that they’ve left my side.
Sure, I’ll skip over their songs sometimes, and find new bands, and remember new lyrics, but I always find my way back to them- and every single time I get the same stomach turning, eyes watering, hands shaking, knees weak reaction.”
Exactly.
-xo Sb
