You've said you've never seen a painting in that light.
Guilt stricken smile and cigarette hardly putting up the fight.
Ode to the liars, sad song singers, as the wound is reopened by the knife.
We know we're both drowning so, god, quit frowning and pretend that you're okay with giving up on your life.
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 4:40 AM UTC
You've said you've never seen a painting in that light.
Guilt stricken smile and cigarette hardly putting up the fight.
Ode to the liars, sad song singers, as the wound is reopened by the knife.
We know we're both drowning so, god, quit frowning and pretend that you're okay with giving up on your life.
