mouth tastes of copper.
I wonder how much of it was real.
This song always reminded me of you.
The words aren't there.
Or are they just buried beneath the remains of another?
Decomposing with every day that goes by.
Nails long with memory.
Teeth yellowed with regret.
Pocket rockets have got me betting that you cared more than you ever wanted to admit.
Jan 23, 2013
Jan 23, 2013 at 11:34 AM UTC
mouth tastes of copper.
I wonder how much of it was real.
This song always reminded me of you.
The words aren't there.
Or are they just buried beneath the remains of another?
Decomposing with every day that goes by.
Nails long with memory.
Teeth yellowed with regret.
Pocket rockets have got me betting that you cared more than you ever wanted to admit.
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