curbdrop out of grace

a metal heal

there's a common lie
there's a family tie
running around
with broken ankles
glass only cuts
for the first 20 years
the smell of tide
the bleached bath tiles
the oven warm
with fast food dreams
smoking gets you life
the bastard is the proof
has it gotten you closer
the pockets weigh us down
the doors act like fog
keeping us safe inside
from the catagious truth

posted by fillshe @ 4:42 PM