This paint has been tasting of lead. And the chips will fall as they may. But it's not just my finish that's peeling. And it's not alone fleeing these walls.
This ruined puzzle. is beige with the pieces. all face down.. . So the placing goes slowly.. The pictures of anything. other than it's meant to be.. .
This is a forgery. This is a forgery. Every single word is plagiarized. Copied twice and thrice inscribed. This is a forgery. . There is a path, and to get where it's leading.
Walking away.. It's not the same as running. Is it to you now. That you've run this in the ground?. and you say "Take this,. This medicine is just what you deserve.
Sleep with all the lights on,. You're not so happy, you're not secure.. And you're dying to look cute in your blue jeans,. but you're plastic just like everyone, just like everyone..
On the way home, this car hears my confessions.. I think tonight I'll take the long way.. In this weather, the wind outside is biting.. It's left me feeling tired and exposed..
Buried deep as you can dig inside yourself. And covered with a perfect shell. Such a charming beautiful exterior.. Laced with brilliant smiles and shining eyes, perfect posture.
Consider the odds, consider the obvious. The martyr is meaningless, the campaign has died. In the planning stages and the fallen faces are the singular proof.
So this is odd,. the painful realization that all has gone wrong.. And nobody cares at all,. and nobody cares at all.. . So you buried all your lover's clothes.
I heard about the trip.. i heard about your souveneirs.. i heard about the cool breeze in the cool nights. and the cool guys. that you spent them with..