vulturesque

[iotc]

i died at the scene
the two of you
the none of me
it plays in my head
it lies in my bed
i'll never sleep, keeping it so clean
and sterile, for an open sore
sorry i was such a bore

a bed of ice kept me so warm
overall
though it kinda froze to death
it made so much sense
i’ll never know why
never know how much
i’ll pay for this one
sensory overload
with no breaker to reset
as if we never met

I think I’m ready/need to get a recording “solution” at the Gaston estate. Wanna go shopping, P?