Wednesday, April 29, 2009

gotta type this while i remember it.

Tongues Taste Like Nicotine.
My Dream Girl Is Breaking Me.
The Room Reeks Like Alcohol,
Doors Slam Right Down The Hall.

Cigarette Stains, More Like Burns.
My Apartment Is Overturned.
Falling Asleep While My Alarm Goes Off.
Fuck This...

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