|only cause i needed something that wasnt in newest.. and i was EXTREME fucked up |
Five o clock CorpsesIts cigarettes for breakfastFive o clock Corpses by ~OptimisticIllusions
when suburbia is formaldehyde-frozen
It's 5:30 in the morning and
the scars aren't as pretty as alcohol and dim light
made them look the night before
I don't even like smoking
but oxygen is suffocating me and sometimes,
we all just need a little tar in our lungs
The widow next door is talking to herself.
Dear god, please speak louder.
i can pretend you're speaking to me
The metallic hum of the crickets is too much for this kid
maybe i'm still drunk
maybe i'm too sober
I know it.
I died two days ago.
|art that catches my eye i suppose.|