Alcohol, the artificial happiness
Seems cheaper than the real thing
Rooms spinning like depressing theme parks
Pavements became pillows
My mouth tastes like sour ash
The start of the night never existed
It always felt like it was about to end
But time became a fairy tale
Feeling indestructible to the world
But a victim to yourself
A Grenade that lost its pin
Weapons became bottled up.
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 1:22 PM UTC
Alcohol, the artificial happiness
Seems cheaper than the real thing
Rooms spinning like depressing theme parks
Pavements became pillows
My mouth tastes like sour ash
The start of the night never existed
It always felt like it was about to end
But time became a fairy tale
Feeling indestructible to the world
But a victim to yourself
A Grenade that lost its pin
Weapons became bottled up.
