dead soldiers swing from the tree branches behind my house
and i can hear crevices of ice being formed on the lakefront
as the ice cracks in the agonizing cackle and slow mournful croon of a dying animal or a small child
romance me around the tables and kiss me between the bars
hide all the ******* in the keyholes and don't let me forget this keycard
i told you, officer
she went to get ice for some drinks and when i woke up she wasn't here
Aug 18, 2013
Aug 18, 2013 at 2:58 AM UTC
dead soldiers swing from the tree branches behind my house
and i can hear crevices of ice being formed on the lakefront
as the ice cracks in the agonizing cackle and slow mournful croon of a dying animal or a small child
romance me around the tables and kiss me between the bars
hide all the ******* in the keyholes and don't let me forget this keycard
i told you, officer
she went to get ice for some drinks and when i woke up she wasn't here
