He'll never tell you anything not even a joke he used ho have faces for all of his places now he walks with a limp. you can find her down a dusty road
Days go by these thieves, dressed in sleeves of white stand on chests of heaving sighs night trips followed closely by white sleeved, thick thieves hum
Lights bright sound loud city streets are so clean the trash is even so pristine the words all move away. words all move away to faces like their own
If you believ in such things, start praving, Say goodbye three times it's just a waste of waste of time. All your ladies kneel down and say: Ooh (Thanks
Streets are wrapped, childlike faces smooth and blank. firm young flesh, hung with paper crowns. pull me up from where we are, the big keep getting
Down the street on one leg, a major with a mouth, is standing on a corner, near a train to somewhere south, he whistles when he speaks, it's the only
Suspicious in bright light, too much red rim around the white, cheap silk that wraps the body tight, and one by one, seconds drip by there's nothing
Objects on the sign point the wrong way straight into the barrel like a winter's long delay you pick the shortest straw always the ladies will collect
Oh swallow something, canned, frozen. ungodly festering source, dragging and kicking and screaming for more, that burns, burns, burns, burns hands on
nothing to lose and now he made you believe the ruiner's your only friend well he's the living end to the cattle he deceives the raping of the innocent you know the ruiner ruins
When hands meet here skin form to the tube through skin from my mouth. All painted and dressed up for confusion this in all ends meets complicated to
And here where the suburbs are no better than the city. Where taking your own life is more than just an option. Some make you think it's easier to just
i remember just how it used to be when the nights were fucking ours and the sunrise made me feel so sick things were much simpler and those summers last
I gave up... on metaphors and acts of sarcastic wit. Rewording phrases in an attempt to grab the approval of faces i may never know. I've only met a
It?s not my fault what you did with your life It?s not my fault that your dreams died with addiction This was never about who was better than who but
You want honesty its all I got. I?ve been bleeding to death, why can?t I stop. As I grew older, I grew angry. I got memoirs filled of shitty stories.
I am pride. I am discouragement. Self loathing, but egotistical, an ignorant fuck. An average heathen who just waits for their turn to speak. Convinced
Tonight I'm screaming those words that I wanna regret How truly honest can one man be to only drop those subtle hints but I was never that kind of person
