Pour coffee into my throat
Make my heart become black
Let my mind get sour
It doens't make sense
At all
Does it?
Time's getting heavy
It slows down with every second
Thoughts are soaking into skin
Consciousness is drifting away
I'm far away from you
And from myself
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 12:52 PM UTC
Pour coffee into my throat
Make my heart become black
Let my mind get sour
It doens't make sense
At all
Does it?
Time's getting heavy
It slows down with every second
Thoughts are soaking into skin
Consciousness is drifting away
I'm far away from you
And from myself
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