get me chocolate get me cake please or a fizzy drink i feel faint too much preparation for bad news specialists and nurses i can't stop thinking about you empty yet hurt the separation
Cross legs.... Sat here. All alone. With the squelch of squeaky clean heels. All knowing glances walk by. Mumbled chatter and loose phone rings, disturb my thought. I'm trying to stay calm,
Feed me whiskey by the bottle cocaine by the gram feed me some more buffer this hurt somehow feed me more and more and more i don't need a ticket for this wagon just a henry sized score
this horrible, horrible dream that i'm living i can't wake up from this vile, disgusting shit that has happened may not be my fault but i have to take the blame i have to take the blame.
coral pink as the sky wakes up flecks of orange powder pepperpotting the east yesterday was ruined trying to build bridges with the one who couldn't care. stone wash blue ozone
