i honestly really dont know what the fuck is going on anymore.
You're barely breathing and im standing in lines.. for a cheap glimpse of saturn... a wrinkle in time. now tasting the bitter perched back in my throat replaced sweetly by air.. so clear, as we spoke.
conversation runs quick as our cigarettes burn
holes nestled deep in the pockets of eyes peering back from days without sleep into 19 yr old souls hardened with tears.
we're packing in the good times, while cutting down years.
reaching.. im breathing, attempting to cut these blistered hands.. from arms tired of reaching out.
to empty words.. no plans of dreaming
in fields of grey and whithered blooms, once red and green
washed down with booze and nicotine.
I've never been this lost for tears. empty pages..
and faceless children speak soiled words that consume me.. and soak my shirt in red and black.
and i cant get a grip.
conversation runs quick as our cigarettes burn
holes nestled deep in the pockets of eyes peering back from days without sleep into 19 yr old souls hardened with tears.
we're packing in the good times, while cutting down years.
reaching.. im breathing, attempting to cut these blistered hands.. from arms tired of reaching out.
to empty words.. no plans of dreaming
in fields of grey and whithered blooms, once red and green
washed down with booze and nicotine.
I've never been this lost for tears. empty pages..
and faceless children speak soiled words that consume me.. and soak my shirt in red and black.
and i cant get a grip.