Trysts of beached
and branchless relationships
have led my mind to call the
tides insecurity for truth,
but this old jug of liquid fire is melting glass
so I think my craw needs a-wait f’r a-asking for.
When I get the slur off my tong,
the day will be done
And what happens tonight’s gonna kick my *** ‘til Tuesday.
Goodbye worries;
I hope to see you in hell on Wednesday.
Let me sleep,
or my dreams
will explode
into reality.
Please.
Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 1:38 PM UTC
Trysts of beached
and branchless relationships
have led my mind to call the
tides insecurity for truth,
but this old jug of liquid fire is melting glass
so I think my craw needs a-wait f’r a-asking for.
When I get the slur off my tong,
the day will be done
And what happens tonight’s gonna kick my *** ‘til Tuesday.
Goodbye worries;
I hope to see you in hell on Wednesday.
Let me sleep,
or my dreams
will explode
into reality.
Please.
