Hunter Thompson
Homecoming Funerals
We'll stand under the spinning light
Scream our confessions to the sky
Sell tomorrow for tonight
Find a beat
To live to.
The beat of a heart
In the dark of night
Find a sad, slow melody
To stumble to
Across the dance floor.
Hardwood coffin
With shattered words,
Fighting fights,
Self-loathing
Lyrical oddyssey
We'll dance our lives away
From Letras Mania