In a land-mass mural hung high over my
(Smaller, Statelier) existence -
One boy, permeated in a maple-flavored monotony - one boy, half-asleep in harlequin headaches and half-assed homework - one boy, munching on metaphorical muffins - one boy -
COUNTDOWN: 5 , 4 , 3 , 2 , 1
BREAKDOWN: B , E , N , N , Y
(Where am I?)
Between bridges burned with cigarette butts, within ***** all-night diners and pieced (or pierced) together by solemn, salt-encrusted shadows
(I could come to you, you could come to me)
(Petit a petit, l'oiseau fait son nid)
Track my tiny rabbit feet through location services and ten-second hints
(Instagram my dead body)
Sep 18, 2013
Sep 18, 2013 at 5:20 PM UTC
In a land-mass mural hung high over my
(Smaller, Statelier) existence -
One boy, permeated in a maple-flavored monotony - one boy, half-asleep in harlequin headaches and half-assed homework - one boy, munching on metaphorical muffins - one boy -
COUNTDOWN: 5 , 4 , 3 , 2 , 1
BREAKDOWN: B , E , N , N , Y
(Where am I?)
Between bridges burned with cigarette butts, within ***** all-night diners and pieced (or pierced) together by solemn, salt-encrusted shadows
(I could come to you, you could come to me)
(Petit a petit, l'oiseau fait son nid)
Track my tiny rabbit feet through location services and ten-second hints
(Instagram my dead body)
