although we've still got miles to go
i've forgotten the places i used to know
this face gives smiles unjustified
i once was lost but i swear i'm fine
until the ground holds me in it's arms
i'm true, and i'll wait for you
cigarette ash and a whiskey throat
your brown orbs are hypnotic
cigarette smoke and a vodka tongue
your lips turn upwards, dragging your birthmark along with them
cocaine nostril and a slit throat
you don't even know it's happening
xanax tongue and severed arteries
i wish i was as clueless as you
lorazepam trails and a blood filled tub
funeral planning was never so much fun
