I want your flowers like babies want God's love, or maybe as sure as tomorrow will come
Fuck commercialism, hype, public opinion, bias.
Fuck it hard. (I love this song)
I'm in one of my binge-thinking moods, where I know I'll toss and turn all night wondering why truth is beauty and beauty is fleeting and so am I. Salt that isn't my own is still sitting in my mouth; a good brushing couldn't hurt, but the taste is a memory and the memory is perfect and wherefore mess with perfection? Plaque? Dentists inside joke.
The new year
and I am crying from happiness, at finding a soul to share my own with.
bare it all, mr. day. break it down. wall for wall, blow for blow, every ounce of blood weighs a ton in this place.
Fuck it hard. (I love this song)
I'm in one of my binge-thinking moods, where I know I'll toss and turn all night wondering why truth is beauty and beauty is fleeting and so am I. Salt that isn't my own is still sitting in my mouth; a good brushing couldn't hurt, but the taste is a memory and the memory is perfect and wherefore mess with perfection? Plaque? Dentists inside joke.
The new year
and I am crying from happiness, at finding a soul to share my own with.
bare it all, mr. day. break it down. wall for wall, blow for blow, every ounce of blood weighs a ton in this place.