I hope I broke your 100 days of sober.
I hope my words drove you to drinking again.
Your body like a blanket of flesh across the filthy concrete.
Eyes up and up and up to the endless skyline.
Bars are closing.
Heads are spinning
They say the desert gets cold at night,
because there is nothing to hold the heat in.
I want all hope to escape you.
I hope my words drove you to drinking again.
Your body like a blanket of flesh across the filthy concrete.
Eyes up and up and up to the endless skyline.
Bars are closing.
Heads are spinning
They say the desert gets cold at night,
because there is nothing to hold the heat in.
I want all hope to escape you.
azera:
YOU ARE GORGEOUS MY LOVIE!
mimp:
Someone is having a bad day