low smoke

one am is quietly rolling by
we're welcoming smoke to our lungs
everyone is tired
half asleep
lying on each other
trying to forget about how
we can't make our dreams come true
we can't make them true

were getting acid half price
trippin' we think we should die
yesterday I saw polaroids of ya
you were in the club drinking I was too
wasn't in the right mindset to love ya
wasn't in the right mindset to


Autor: sp00ky.lena.christmas Kategoria: Obcojęzyczne

 

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