The stains on my phone screen spell out your name when prompted
You make the smudges worth a smile
The dictionary does not list Technicolor as an adjective
It should
You have dominated the creative process of every video game in recent memory
How does it feel to mount dragons, **** them, be them?
The coat you gave me should remind me of Cobain and the CDs which grooves are ingrained in my mind
Why does it only remind me of you?
You could convince me to pick up rat poison
If it meant enjoying the high with you
I would stay on the roundabout, always turning
If it meant you could enjoy the stillness
My arms in their circular pattern
And forget about hating yourself until the tires blew
Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 12:23 AM UTC
The stains on my phone screen spell out your name when prompted
You make the smudges worth a smile
The dictionary does not list Technicolor as an adjective
It should
You have dominated the creative process of every video game in recent memory
How does it feel to mount dragons, **** them, be them?
The coat you gave me should remind me of Cobain and the CDs which grooves are ingrained in my mind
Why does it only remind me of you?
You could convince me to pick up rat poison
If it meant enjoying the high with you
I would stay on the roundabout, always turning
If it meant you could enjoy the stillness
My arms in their circular pattern
And forget about hating yourself until the tires blew
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