You smell of sour milk
Marijuana
And no flowers
You sound like the sea
In the deadest
Hour
You taste of sugar
Cigarettes
And no sleep
You look like one
Of the thousand
Goldfishes I’ve had
As a kid
I wish I could make you cry
But I’m happy enough
Watching you breath
It would get me so hyped though, man
Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 10:35 PM UTC
You smell of sour milk
Marijuana
And no flowers
You sound like the sea
In the deadest
Hour
You taste of sugar
Cigarettes
And no sleep
You look like one
Of the thousand
Goldfishes I’ve had
As a kid
I wish I could make you cry
But I’m happy enough
Watching you breath
It would get me so hyped though, man
