Days like this remind me
of the 5 year old hanging
from her pink feather boa.
Contrived Eyes,
Smile wide,
Downstairs
at a drugged up,
perfect table.
Far, Far away.
I grew up
and threw it
Far, Far away.
Thanksgivings been found at the bottom of a bottle
and I'm thankful for the dope in my pocket.
I burn that life away.
And this is where I fly
Fly high,
Fly,
Far, Far
away.
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 5:57 PM UTC
Days like this remind me
of the 5 year old hanging
from her pink feather boa.
Contrived Eyes,
Smile wide,
Downstairs
at a drugged up,
perfect table.
Far, Far away.
I grew up
and threw it
Far, Far away.
Thanksgivings been found at the bottom of a bottle
and I'm thankful for the dope in my pocket.
I burn that life away.
And this is where I fly
Fly high,
Fly,
Far, Far
away.
