It all suddenly seems to make sense
As you lie in your own filth
Naked, cold, intoxicated
Yet, happy
As you stare at a blank canvas
With quivering hands
Hoping to leave behind
A few stupid memories
Feb 3, 2013
Feb 3, 2013 at 1:54 AM UTC
It all suddenly seems to make sense
As you lie in your own filth
Naked, cold, intoxicated
Yet, happy
As you stare at a blank canvas
With quivering hands
Hoping to leave behind
A few stupid memories
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