An Oldy

Down and smoked out again
staying awake to listen the rain
enough coffee to piss out my insides
enough thinking put my me on dangerouse slow ride to nowhere

Notes to play for no one
I’ll just remain starving like zombie dead to the color blue
Maybe its true my heart beats on and off

Rubbing my eyes till they fall out
Chew my nails to the bone
I’ll crack under pressure of these four walls