begin.
if you hold it up to the light it gets less like us.
the truth is less dramatic than what we already don't know and we drink to pretend it's the reason we feel sick. this leaves nothing to face that's anything real; only words falling apart on the ground or in the air navigating through the space that's left between broken thoughts turning lies so neither of us are right.
it could just be me that's letting you make me sad or it could be that i think you deserve to.
but i've locked myself outta these streets so you don't have to risk running into me
when i saw you jump out of your window then realized it was into your room it might as well have looked guilty and it may as well have really been you.
(/cholera the ak47 and individualism
she's embarrassed of her boyfriend and she doesn't even like him/)
...but she's good with movies and getting their attention the characters look at her and it goes without mention that she's bad with direction and she uses deoderant very berry teen spirit very berry teen spirit very berry teen spirit and it don't give her cancer results ring she don( 't answer
guitar picking i taste...
game over dead dramatic pop stars.
poorly dressed girls playing songs all over the city and sometimes a little too ("orange blossom you're my only") well-dressed if u know what i mean.
good recall.
let's base all of our drum beats on the sound it makez when you type a phrase
sob slob.