Mar 2015
I put a hole in my lip
For every hollow kiss
And a hole in my nose
For every wilted rose.
I fill my skin with ink,
Leaves less room for scars.
If only I gave a ****
About lungs full of tar.
For every hollow kiss
And a hole in my nose
For every wilted rose.
I fill my skin with ink,
Leaves less room for scars.
If only I gave a ****
About lungs full of tar.
