i have to take my fair share of th… loved this song from the moment i heard it and shouldn’t be surprised that she loved it too
visceral were the nights we stood… each of us armed with an instrumen… and hearts that beat like tempos we put on a show but we weren’t put-ons
though it takes a daily muster of all you got empties you out and leaves you wanting
if ever he drowns a swimmer will miss water life regrets no death
i almost did not make it to this p… i was stuck in the glory of old verses cadavers un-buried and admired like trophies
after nineteen years she thinks of him as a fart something to air out
i’m writing this to you my friend because the last time i said goodb… it was passive i thought for sure we would be
a best friend to kings faith substitutes for justice god will keep us poor
slippery bars make it hard to hold… captive against your will always lathered in the sweat of es… you elude any sentence
you only get so many nights like t… where the streetlights become tiny… she picks you up at your place for… and introduces you to Joy Divisio… blacklight and 80's retro music
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
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
i drag this carriage with a whip at my back slowly leading them to their destinations to their privileges
black shirts worn at day they spoke mostly of music bonded by the odd
i watch her lips purse around the top end of a cock… sucking up the last drops of a Can… setting the glass arm’s length awa… she lets the bartender see we need…
