3.2.1.. goodbye clean hair.
Floods of champagne that strain on the sidewalks heading the drains. And I, just like the best alcoholic, forgetful of any sense of discretion, I kneel down to lick my disinibition.
The soundtrack of my life with people I didn't know and my head liquefied on a wood table crowned by cocoacakes genetically modified.
Than me as a tank, I keep on carry my homegirl wherever she wants and she, beautiful and drunk, with a rose in he rmouth, she uses me as a shield to protect her identity considering herself immune from all the varied blasphemies people yell at us. And than happy and jumping for reasons unknown to both of us we sing and we wave the rose and the moustached curled man plays and screams and laughs, inebriated by a concentrated of stupidity gathered in such a small place.
Punk and emogirls wish me something i don't really get and I smile and full of my hilarity I follow the vapour train and girls kiss me under the mistletoe.
My mind and I, locked up in a soap bubble, we fly far away and the voices become distant and wrong answers to incomprehensible questions attest my disappearance from the real world.
never in such a way i wanted to carry what i gained during 2004 throughout the new year.
Floods of champagne that strain on the sidewalks heading the drains. And I, just like the best alcoholic, forgetful of any sense of discretion, I kneel down to lick my disinibition.
The soundtrack of my life with people I didn't know and my head liquefied on a wood table crowned by cocoacakes genetically modified.
Than me as a tank, I keep on carry my homegirl wherever she wants and she, beautiful and drunk, with a rose in he rmouth, she uses me as a shield to protect her identity considering herself immune from all the varied blasphemies people yell at us. And than happy and jumping for reasons unknown to both of us we sing and we wave the rose and the moustached curled man plays and screams and laughs, inebriated by a concentrated of stupidity gathered in such a small place.
Punk and emogirls wish me something i don't really get and I smile and full of my hilarity I follow the vapour train and girls kiss me under the mistletoe.
My mind and I, locked up in a soap bubble, we fly far away and the voices become distant and wrong answers to incomprehensible questions attest my disappearance from the real world.
never in such a way i wanted to carry what i gained during 2004 throughout the new year.
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happy birthday gorgeous
valentina:
Happy birthday 