I thirst for this blaring noise
That flows into my veins
Like the cheesy jokes
That slide from your lips
Because I want to remain deaf
Be oblivious to the orchestra inside
With symphonies only of your baby blues
And those pictures of the full moon
That you sent me.
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 10:03 PM UTC
I thirst for this blaring noise
That flows into my veins
Like the cheesy jokes
That slide from your lips
Because I want to remain deaf
Be oblivious to the orchestra inside
With symphonies only of your baby blues
And those pictures of the full moon
That you sent me.
