two coffees
shaking hands
racing pulse
cancelled plans
cold apartment
lonely tears
boring reruns
empty beers
quiet room
unmade bed
took all the pills
now she’s dead
Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 10:16 AM UTC
two coffees
shaking hands
racing pulse
cancelled plans
cold apartment
lonely tears
boring reruns
empty beers
quiet room
unmade bed
took all the pills
now she’s dead
This could actually be considered the spiritual successor to Sugar Rush. I wrote it because I'd had two coffees and was off the walls.
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