the darker the room the more I needed her she was scented with tobacco and cedar

now when I say “forever” I don’t mean too

short glass of water to wash back the pills in hand last glass of water

all of my weary and all of my woe is made into perfect sense a common thread in my favorite son… familiar tones of sadness the beauty of malaise

into another corner bar they go climbing stairs covered in clumps… praying they don’t slip carrying s… hundreds of pounds of amplificatio… they set up in the corner

early this morning fresh was the only way we could imagine ourselves soft to the teeth

Sweet undying moon, I offer you my song. With the stars in tune, heartfelt, i will croon to you the whole night long.

if you alone hold me as i battle for last breat… if you alone bear the burden of the body left b… if there is no one else in the roo…

loading the chamber to kill that which he fears most one round will suffice

it’s just the memory of the sky blue and maybe it only seemed so blue because it was the first time i no…

it is not just missing the good times slamdancing in a circle pit with your best buds at a rock show blacklit basement parties

we fly down the highway looking for the next bar open on C… we each do a line and head on in flirt with lonely girls and take bumps in the bathroom

fallen from the nest mother bird leaves me to die never to take flight

this shirt screams “i’m not still fucked up from last…

if the fairy spreads her thighs for the goblins finger the happy ending never comes even if she does