Alcohol coursing through my veins
Erratic thoughts cloud me
I beat the drums of impulsiveness
We dance towards the primerose path
With brake pads worn out
Hold on honey, hold on too late
You left me on the precipice of impiety
You left like I was your imagining
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 1:22 AM UTC
Alcohol coursing through my veins
Erratic thoughts cloud me
I beat the drums of impulsiveness
We dance towards the primerose path
With brake pads worn out
Hold on honey, hold on too late
You left me on the precipice of impiety
You left like I was your imagining
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