sometimes you have to let go, close your eyes, and let shit crash.
"Pour me another so I can forget you now,
Pour me another so I can come let you down,
pour me another so I can remember how true
that I am to this addiction of you now"
"Smart went crazy. Truth went trendy.
The story got lazy so I rewrote the ending.
Manipulated the entry. more user friendly.
Now a city full of painpills and tattoos defend me."
"Gotta lotta walls but the house is hollow,
Got a lot of holes, never found the shovel."
"she turned me onto music that I never heard before,
she told me stories from a cup I haven't learned to pour.
And I don't know what hurt it more, professional journals,
or perpetualburn holes scarring up the dirty floor"
Pour me another so I can come let you down,
pour me another so I can remember how true
that I am to this addiction of you now"
"Smart went crazy. Truth went trendy.
The story got lazy so I rewrote the ending.
Manipulated the entry. more user friendly.
Now a city full of painpills and tattoos defend me."
"Gotta lotta walls but the house is hollow,
Got a lot of holes, never found the shovel."
"she turned me onto music that I never heard before,
she told me stories from a cup I haven't learned to pour.
And I don't know what hurt it more, professional journals,
or perpetualburn holes scarring up the dirty floor"