frankly

[simonsayssuckit]

in the middle of these times
look at your girl
my termors make it hard to breathe
my mouth is full of blood and grit
sitting in that old black chair
im sorry
its not half past and im sorry
my mouth pounds
i hear the door open
i smell the old smell
i am reminded of the apartment
and i have been for too long now
too long now
too long