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the water is cold as the last time you went out to
take a smoke near the lamppost flickering
every now and then, busted but in tune
to the timing of your heart missing a beat every
now and then. you wish you weren’t there
at the sad spot at the sad city at the sad hour
then again the stale taste of the cigarette on 
your mouth makes it hard to remember the
things you wish to forget. the bathroom is silent 
and for a fleeting second you can almost hear
the bowling ball rolling on the inside of your chest
roaring right before the weight hits the pins.

- the night is not for the faint of heart



Florence + The Machine - Cosmic Love (Acoustic Version)

i want to die to this

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hiiiiii everyone! 

SO the time has come to release my first ever single, Happy Little Pill. I have spent the large majority of the last few years of my life on this website, hanging with you guys, that it only felt right to premiere it a day or two early on here haha

I wrote this song during a bit of a rough time for someone super close to me, and for myself, and it still means as much to me as the day i wrote it, and i’m still as in love with it as the day i wrote it (which is rare for me!!). I couldn’t be prouder to be giving it to you guys today :’) Thanks for sticking around for so long, for supporting me and other online talent, and for now listening! I have the best and craziest and most committed audience in the world, and I love you all endlessly.

Happy Little Pill is available everywhere July 25, along with the preorder for TRXYE.

TRXYE is out August 15. 

Click here to keep updated!


Troye x

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AW Troye.

:)))) b-bb-bbut w-why lol

I never tell my mother this.

I took a smoke by the side of the road and
the wisps came up with the promises I told

I told my mother I’d quit but you can’t
keep that bit when you’re in the dark and
groping for some exit, I memorized
too many streets on this part of town but
it still feels different when I walk around

it’s like circles, only the ends are not trying to meet;
only going nowhere,
almost spirals and I’m out of breath,
my only light is the fire at the end of this stick;
even this runs out quick.

doesn’t really matter long as I
feel the heat on the walls of my throat
and the ache when I try to hold longer so
my head starts to throb

for the first time in a long time
I feel something circle my bones
and touch the insides of my chest
where the light used to nest.



I once tongue kissed the ashes of New York city
and it tasted a bit like you, babe,
dirty and hot and alive.

I’ve never been this fucked up before
you said, and I laughed,
You wanted to kiss me
and I laughed, thought about my favorite mistake,
a hand wrapped around an oven wrack, a tinderbox wish
and I laughed, wanted to say
I love you but

That was one sentence I didn’t want to finish.
I love you but-
I love you but-
I love you but-

Here’s a fact:
When the apocalypse happens, New York will burn,
and it’ll taste like you, of course.
Here’s a fact:
We are both in a burning building.
You can only save one person,
me or yourself
and you choose me, every time.

See, I love you but-
You left a lipstick stain on the last postcard you sent
and I pressed my lips against the mark.
I love you but- I know you burn my letters.

See, I love you but- I once left
a box of matches too near the stove.
I love you but- I know what it feels like
to lose everything in a fire.

I once tongue kissed you,
all fucked up on the fire escape
and it burnt holes in me, look
I love you but
you don’t need to save me.

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