I took a walk to see.
All the queens down market street turning just for a fix .
The ******** of the day doesn't matter when you only live for the score.
Greetings from the gutter.
Go wash yourself clean as I embrace it's decay.
Least I know my place art is never a safe bet sweetheart does his touch still make you cringe?
Meet me at the bar and we will get lost together.
Goodnight to the fakes I have little more to give.
Goodnight to you all it's ran it's course shall we just let it die?
To the designer junkies who's prison resembles a palace I prefer the chaos of my own reality keep your distance for your ******** need not apply.
The cutter scars I prefer to some airbrushed queen your flaws are your perfection were all ****** up so embrace the truths and ignore there lies.
Goodnight my friends my buzz has began to fade .
Life is a bruise beautiful in it's story .
Never hide the flaws for art is the biggest train wreck of them all.
Cheers
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 4:33 AM UTC
I took a walk to see.
All the queens down market street turning just for a fix .
The ******** of the day doesn't matter when you only live for the score.
Greetings from the gutter.
Go wash yourself clean as I embrace it's decay.
Least I know my place art is never a safe bet sweetheart does his touch still make you cringe?
Meet me at the bar and we will get lost together.
Goodnight to the fakes I have little more to give.
Goodnight to you all it's ran it's course shall we just let it die?
To the designer junkies who's prison resembles a palace I prefer the chaos of my own reality keep your distance for your ******** need not apply.
The cutter scars I prefer to some airbrushed queen your flaws are your perfection were all ****** up so embrace the truths and ignore there lies.
Goodnight my friends my buzz has began to fade .
Life is a bruise beautiful in it's story .
Never hide the flaws for art is the biggest train wreck of them all.
Cheers
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