(no subject)
got used to the feeling of falling
but you'll never see her fallowing
bouncing back and forth
between the healing and the hollering
riding the outer ring
of your own private saturn
thoughts scattered
all across the grey matter
little babydoll
she doesn't know what to say to y'all
the patience is short
and of course the pride is way too tall
break it all
smash the past
like it was made of glass
ain't no other way to make it last