D E A T H L E S S

One woman wolf pack. Quebec City, Canada.

It’s a full moon,
Denim is tight
And my flannel shirt is freaking out.
Run for your life,
Cover your eyes,

I don’t want you to see me party this hard.
I’ve got a bone to pick with the morning sun
And the first last call

But I didn’t put my hair in a pony tail for nothing so if I’m going home,
Alone.
I ain’t going at all.

(Source: carterandthecrew)