Mr. Brightside
The Killers: Now they’re going to bed, and my stomach is sick, and it’s all in my head, but she’s touching his-
Parents: *angry collective glare*
The Killers: …chest
this was a revelation i was ill prepared for
Mr. Brightside
The Killers: Now they’re going to bed, and my stomach is sick, and it’s all in my head, but she’s touching his-
Parents: *angry collective glare*
The Killers: …chest
this was a revelation i was ill prepared for