in-my-fucking-head

I see those faces in the dark, cutting throats talking of you
she feels those fingers on the mark that she set without you
you want those voices in my head screaming words over you
Red fingernails and the lips kissing all thinking of you
Blood staining everything we owned smashing plates into you
Clock watching possibilities sleepless nights beside you

this town’s not electric
lame city
we sit in vans snort three four five
say hello numbness now take hold
now this town’s on fIrE bAbY

whisper some story
manipulateme
shoot us to the stars
don’t look down vertigo ain’t all that nice

filling my vase with soil

everything is about you u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u u uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

Advertisements
This entry was published on November 12, 2014 at 11:21 pm. It’s filed under Life and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: