07-21-2013, 10:40 AM
Seem to be so alone,
talk brings nothing new,
we're only drifting through
old emotions, me and you.
Listen for the empty house,
melancholy flower ears,
folded deep by wasted years,
apathy that no one hears.
Asleep, I slump in stranger bars,
no grief for feelings lost,
or words I've spat and coughed,
it's time the shirt came off.
talk brings nothing new,
we're only drifting through
old emotions, me and you.
Listen for the empty house,
melancholy flower ears,
folded deep by wasted years,
apathy that no one hears.
Asleep, I slump in stranger bars,
no grief for feelings lost,
or words I've spat and coughed,
it's time the shirt came off.
If your undies fer you've been smoking through em, don't peg em out