empty avenue

[whampsterface]

Verse:
There's a dust
in the air
White powder
cakes the furniture

And my teeth
When I breathe
In my mouth
I can taste it

Pretty place
Hidden mirror
Trying to see myself
Fingers pressing

transitional bridgelike chorus:
Write the words out
(It's such a pretty place)
Hope your in here tonight

chorus:
Red Leather couches
That I kick here
Screaming, dust
Plunges in the air.

Designer things
All over this place
They're all cuz of you
But your nothing to replace.

to be continued possibly...