tonite the room is frantic,
the mood is so romantic,
cross eyed hopes this winter long,
dragging through the calms,
your sweaty palms and suburban blues,
but you left us all behind,
your suicide you had to move,
forgotten how we are,
we went too far now watch me fall.
your eyes are so sarcastic,
i called and tried to ask it,
when are you coming back?
these days i can't forget,
the cigarettes still whisper you,
up above the plastic stars.
beneith the bars procrastinate blues,
forgotten how we are,
we went too far now watch me fall.
posted by fillshe @ 12:42 AM
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