"these broken cassettes and cigarettes will be the ones to save you"
"these broken cassettes and cigarettes will be the ones to save you"
it's interesting to know how life plays itself out, i'm full of delusional thoughts of past tense and present. life is one big broken lullaby, sofy and melodic at times then raging out of tune with confusing intriquet notations and broken chords playing out to make some kind of sick masterpiece. "Wish i could wait to taste your flavor", but god do i miss you, it's a bittersweet living, so lets call it flamboyant genitilia of a tiredsome soul. God do i miss her, and their is about 3 waiting for to be in her place. how you sparkle when the moon reflects off your skin and how your eyes twinkle in the starlight.
it's interesting to know how life plays itself out, i'm full of delusional thoughts of past tense and present. life is one big broken lullaby, sofy and melodic at times then raging out of tune with confusing intriquet notations and broken chords playing out to make some kind of sick masterpiece. "Wish i could wait to taste your flavor", but god do i miss you, it's a bittersweet living, so lets call it flamboyant genitilia of a tiredsome soul. God do i miss her, and their is about 3 waiting for to be in her place. how you sparkle when the moon reflects off your skin and how your eyes twinkle in the starlight.