i think you've broken in i think you've reached intersection i think you've loaded the gun past formalities into action the way you stand there face
the beauty's backgroun is not so pretty holidays are just as shitty pretty or ugly mark up make up makes them crazy lie for waste you'd die to taste
for a minute you force contentment you make me like me like i am like i could walk in place forever it would make things more comfortable for you for
it's harder to tell with all this floor between the counter and the door there's been a filling up holes in the ceiling static the tv sounds like raining
a conversation after a long day of sidewalk aggrivations the sky was loveless from the ground up she's like neon signs and coffee special personalities
the weapon is not your out all loaded and wanting to unload ammunition, shotgun definition of you passing out holes unaccidental easier sold than set
facts round to false statements state what you meant the meaning gets lost under management i've grown disinterested in numbers the passing cars of four
slave with words to form your dig in got half a hand in hardly missing in spitting distance spit the image got your lips swimming in it the home is
you'd kill yourself wouldn't you you'd kill yourself wouldn't you you'd put yourself in pieces if you felt someone could use your pieces wouldn't you
take the hip from the battlefield under awning yawning like fallen limb i'm just as much a part of it i'm just as much a part of it but i take my own
if you penetrate the door you've got a hallway highway to some other can you handle handrail, in all honesty stats out very uneven questionable how you
the age of discharge digression had its years of storming backstage storming backstage folded arms all trembling dying just to dying just to crash you precious car i'm dying just to dying just to crash
