I always wake up in some ash & sweat, laying wondering what happened after last night began. What a joke...
There was smoke, 14 people at most,
And plenty of liquid to make you choke.
I always forget what did and what could have been, Who was there, and who had their livers spent with consciousness bent.
But these words in my head..
The ones that I've never said..
Will carry me away once I hit my bed.
Apr 24, 2013
Apr 24, 2013 at 10:15 AM UTC
I always wake up in some ash & sweat, laying wondering what happened after last night began. What a joke...
There was smoke, 14 people at most,
And plenty of liquid to make you choke.
I always forget what did and what could have been, Who was there, and who had their livers spent with consciousness bent.
But these words in my head..
The ones that I've never said..
Will carry me away once I hit my bed.