oh its a bet
you never realize how far down youre spiraling until you wake up Sunday morning with your makeup smeared halfway down your face. soon after, you realize you're in love with a mini-geek with a napoleon complex, who thinks you are clinically insane. and now that you think about it, you havnt taken your meds in weeks. you feel unhappy. but free. and you wish you werent alone in that big brass bed of yours. but something makes you smile to yourself because you just gotta love it. because the silky smooth liquid noise streaming into your ears makes it all fine.
until you see his name...and all your dreams are waking up.
until you see his name...and all your dreams are waking up.