We take sour sips from life's lush lips. & we shake, shake, shake the hips in relationships. Stomp out this disaster town!. You'll put your eyes to the sun & say, I know.
How cruel is the golden rule?. When the lives we lived are only golden-plated. . And I knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for me. Though I carried karats for everyone to see.
I wrote a goodbye note. In lipstick on your arm when you passed out. I couldn't bring myself to call. Except to call it quits. Best friends. . Ex-friends till the end.