I back peddle from a paper pedestal, hoping for the best, hoping you don't intend to inspect the wreckage I have left.
I am temptation at its test, an exclamation on contempt, collecting the regrets to my exemptions under stress.
A misnomer to my bets, against the better judgments I neglect, I'm set in my ways, in lucid forays, I've let from my veins,
and I've slept, the whole ******* way.
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 1:07 AM UTC
I back peddle from a paper pedestal, hoping for the best, hoping you don't intend to inspect the wreckage I have left.
I am temptation at its test, an exclamation on contempt, collecting the regrets to my exemptions under stress.
A misnomer to my bets, against the better judgments I neglect, I'm set in my ways, in lucid forays, I've let from my veins,
and I've slept, the whole ******* way.
