Your poet got shot in the head (I was only sleeping)

[damnations]

Alice


I had so much to tell you, I raced through the skies...to whisper a message into your morphine drip.
Don't cry for me, don't cry for me, don't cry, I'm having fun ridin ridin, ridin, ridin, ridin...
"Making cake outta trashcan afterthoughts??"