nothings right and the drugs ran out of gas. what a life
one day ill figure out what exactly it is thats been running through my mind for the last x amount of years, that fleeting ship on the horizon thats half nostalgia half something else. thats gonna be a weird day for me
i feel the chemicals burn in my bloodstream
sun rise, sun set; the days are getting shorter yet— the hours burn like melted wax, dripping hot and scalding wet.