i am my own ghost i am haunted
we are all worth more than the bread crumbs they throw u… minimum wages
i knew i should not have unwrapped… but my will is weak at the beckon… so i took off your dress and let y… a bursting fruit flavor supplement… made everything else go away
the only boss i care to listen to on Labor Day
in one kiss four lips translate all the languages of the world into a story none of us understand
early this morning fresh was the only way we could imagine ourselves soft to the teeth
that is another man’s suicide if i kill myself there will be hookers
on the surface you are correct he was an asshole a drunk maybe even
i think about her at least once every day i think about all the different st… that i could take to get to her ho…
he came out of the New Orleans shadows first went the grocer and
a best friend to kings faith substitutes for justice god will keep us poor
just for fuck’s sake don’t write it about her i know she loved this song but you loved it before her
when it is most impossible to be there for yourself
I like to pretend in alternate uni… where everything is almost the sam… just different in a few spots under another sun the two of us worked
thoughts on the police not that they are the bad guys they just work for them
