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Broken bottles and crystal powders So many drugs you'll be high for hours The corroding building where you go to play is the only place where your thoughts go astray Eyes are coated in the eyeliner from yesterday Prone to exponential decay Mind shut off the worries and doubts don't want those thoughts coming out Untied Converse with a grunge toe waiting in line for your necessary espresso A few dollars left but not enough to get the approaching bus to slow down You're stuck on the corner long enough for the kind man to give you a ride You quickly accept and give him a small smile Unsuspectingly hopped in the car and closed your eyes to dream He slams on the brakes at a stop sign and you begin to think Turning a slight cheek as he gives you a discreet wink, you crack open the door and jump out on the street. Your alias can't save you now Popped, Swallowed, and Drowned Mind to foggy to hold your doubt swinging your fist as he follows you down Probably should've thought this one through right about now... Running and Running as fast as you can But you tripped on your shoe lace, so he throws you his backhand. You look down at the asphalt thinking this is it you could've saved yourself but your mouth was too quick.
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Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 8:32 PM UTC
The Sharp-Tongued Death
Broken bottles and crystal powders So many drugs you'll be high for hours The corroding building where you go to play is the only place where your thoughts go astray Eyes are coated in the eyeliner from yesterday Prone to exponential decay Mind shut off the worries and doubts don't want those thoughts coming out Untied Converse with a grunge toe waiting in line for your necessary espresso A few dollars left but not enough to get the approaching bus to slow down You're stuck on the corner long enough for the kind man to give you a ride You quickly accept and give him a small smile Unsuspectingly hopped in the car and closed your eyes to dream He slams on the brakes at a stop sign and you begin to think Turning a slight cheek as he gives you a discreet wink, you crack open the door and jump out on the street. Your alias can't save you now Popped, Swallowed, and Drowned Mind to foggy to hold your doubt swinging your fist as he follows you down Probably should've thought this one through right about now... Running and Running as fast as you can But you tripped on your shoe lace, so he throws you his backhand. You look down at the asphalt thinking this is it you could've saved yourself but your mouth was too quick.
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Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 8:32 PM UTC
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