***** stains,
Cigarette burns,
Fornication marks,
On the sheets were we lie.
***** house, ***** mind.
All is fair in *** and drugs.
We wish we could die in the night.
Our inebriated souls
Could collapse into dust
And flutter into the starry sky.
Our brains spilling on the dashboard.
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 3:44 AM UTC
***** stains,
Cigarette burns,
Fornication marks,
On the sheets were we lie.
***** house, ***** mind.
All is fair in *** and drugs.
We wish we could die in the night.
Our inebriated souls
Could collapse into dust
And flutter into the starry sky.
Our brains spilling on the dashboard.
