(Source: sarahlivesinatreehouse)
going to stay in bed all day and listen to bowie
Is this the real life
Is this just fantasy
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see
I’m just a poor boy, I need no sympathy
Because I’m easy come, easy go
Little high, little low
Anyway the wind blows, doesn’t really matter to me
To me