Wednesday, March 4, 2015
they wont flower like they did last spring
but nothing scares me anymore
this is a gift.
the road is long, we carry on
come take a walk on wild side,
I got my red dress on tonight.
stolen paradise
we'll walk the plank with eyes wide open
shouldn't talk about it.
walking through these city streets
like resignation to the end
frozen in the headlights
i'll tell you my sins,
and you can sharpen your knife
hanging on empty swings
we're fated to pretend
small talk, big thoughts
we should all burn together
it's time
command me to be well
an amalgamation of all my favourites.
see if you spot anything familiar! >_^