though I think those kinds of words are purposeless
i'm breathing mold and choking
gasping hard against the knowing
i was wrong
pour your oily words back down my throat
the attention stops me thinking that I'm broke
not broken down by money but just
weighted down by years and years of
mistakes losses faking smiles and tears and laughter genuine and false
i'll go back to singing songs of ignorance
you'll go back to what you were the time before
lets just forget about those times
and i'll kick back and drink some wine
hopefully someday it'll be a joke.
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