Make Me
But It Felt So Real
wake up! the dust of lust has turned to crust. sticky eyes are bloodshot red, again, again and again. and where will I rest my head? oh baby, i stepped out of my skin to play a new role. i wore them thin - his shoes i stole. so twistspinflipclip my favorite bit and knit our finger tips into blankets because there is ice in this solstice. down stream, down stream, down stream, down stream she screamed
it seems to me this may be a dream
merrily
as loose as lucid could be. life is not but a dream to me. merrily
let the water take you freely, with the current. row down the stream. merrily
oh god, all i have got is pillow marks on the inside of my arms.
From Letras Mania