My luck is running thin.
I hope my secrets are kept safe
sitting on fire escapes
smoking benson and hedges
you have always been my favorite, after all.
im continually trying to enter broken gates
i promise i never meant to fall
off of this fire escape
where shall i escape to?
to a dream-like state?
people are always talking of dreams and what they mean.
i hope your red room stays red
pommegranite tea always warmed me.
never did i think i would be here with you
making out in the weight room of a desolate hotel
i hope you never tell
of our fire escape escapades
never did i think i would be dreaming with you
again
Mar 30, 2010
Mar 30, 2010 at 12:18 AM UTC
My luck is running thin.
I hope my secrets are kept safe
sitting on fire escapes
smoking benson and hedges
you have always been my favorite, after all.
im continually trying to enter broken gates
i promise i never meant to fall
off of this fire escape
where shall i escape to?
to a dream-like state?
people are always talking of dreams and what they mean.
i hope your red room stays red
pommegranite tea always warmed me.
never did i think i would be here with you
making out in the weight room of a desolate hotel
i hope you never tell
of our fire escape escapades
never did i think i would be dreaming with you
again
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