wake up and do the things you said youd never do
smoke ciggeret to the filter
it's the life you choose
picking pedals off of roses
do I love you too
I don't know what you want
but I'm here all alone
waiting for this blissful substance to kick in
now this life that leads to death won't ever make sense
so we should get drunk and dance
stay up until the sun rises in the morning
you are numb to everything you did the night before
you left my house the pictures were laying on the floor
torn out of the book we both held so close