The Mind of a Psychopath

ohmummywhatsasexpistol:

Redemption - Frank Turner

These failures shift and shake me in the night,
like a fever I can’t break, try as I might.
Wake me darling, I need you to take me home
But I know that in the end redemption is mine, and mine alone.

So if each of us is made up of a tally of mistakes and successes, 
then that hour in that restaurant makes my score less than impressive,
but each can be redeemed with the courage with which he confesses.
So darling, I miss you, your music, and your musk and your kisses.
I don’t think I can do this.

(via wab-wad)