The places I remember are getting worn and withered. My heart's the picket fences and needs a little mending. am I not everything you thought I should be?.
The Clouds Settle on the city. its a canopy for movie scenes. a backdrop full of hope and dreams. . the harder they try the further they fall. their learning their lines and waiting for calls.
Woah, woah. . This tragedy is such a masterpiece.. We set the table and we watch them feast.. On the blood and the tears.. They drain from the years..
Breathe me in I am your nicotine. I'll fill your lungs until you cannot breathe. Swallow me down I am your alcohol. I'll fill your gut with all the pain and loss.