Every morning I die a little death. Bourbon-shot skies and whiskey lies, better stop making those bedroom eyes, 'cause I might just take you up on it darlin'. I'm a little bit of pretty nonsense. Rhyme and dine, turn down the lights, break our bodies into bread and say our daily prayer and ****** hope there's a god for sinners. Fire brings out the worst of us and we're fucken gasoline. You keep spittin' out that serious talk saying Everything has a price, Well then kiss me now and let's bleed for it later, the whole world's only a cocktail darling.
Watched the sunrise today and thought of this- something impulsive.