May 08, 2006 02:22
detachment from reality
feel the ceiling fan on my back with this smile between my cheeks
your touch is underrated
contemplated falling forward, let's do what we feel
trying hard not to focus, on the hazelnut dots
covering your pupils, let's give it all that we've got
take advantage of this one little solo
let's run out tonight, let's get out of here
my mind's still reeling, i'm still lost
two kids stuck in the whirlpool, drowning
let your collapse of oxygen, let your lungs drown in it
it's never too late
she's home with a kid