Mason Proper
Point A to Point B
dark stained wooden tablei'll breathe when i am ablefor now i'll hold it inwith all of mydisembodied andunassociated sounds of departurefor the nightand finally breathing pitch black untili had emptied out the tillheard the tires squealbut you won't right?i swore to myselflast time was the last timein past lives i was wealthyso probably unhappyoh i'm so glad i diedi travel from point a, to point b, to point ctrying to lose more points along the wayto get loweri travel from point a, to point b, to point ctrying to fall from grace along the wayto get lower and lower and lower
From Letras Mania