Miles Benjamin Anthony Robinson

Boneindian
don't care to eat, and to drink makes me thirst.my second year here has been worse than the firstthis winter has been like no other beforestaring down at the sky from up here on the floorwe got a bit screwed off the shit that we scoredripped off this kids parents to buy a bit moreand i'd walk down your street late, sometimes spy a lightlaugh knowing your lover'd not arrived for the nightme in a desperate pack all huddled and sweatingaccepting addiction; aiding and abetting my tits were dragging in the dustwet heads here shaking with disgustmy tits drug in the dust, wet heads shook with disgustwe must do what we must so please,don't ask of usdon't care to eat, and to drink makes me thirst.my second year here has been worse than the firstback into town since the first of julythey're all my good friends and they're all gonna diewe sat on the beach and we couldn't get highbut we tried oh, we tried.Letras de cancionesnow too stoned to speak i'm too much in my mindjust see death descend everywhere i beg to be blindmeanwhile all the wrecked writers just keep on rhyming rhymesit's getting further past too late all of the timeseems like only the youngand maybe the deadcould have hope in their hearts or should sleep in their bedsyour face was truly feigning fearas your truly toothless terror drew neari've seen how he staggersbut it just doesn't matteryou refuse to be cured but may i remind you... you gave your worddon't care to eat, and to drink makes me thirst. my second year here has been worse than the firstBe Easy Love, There Is No Heaven Above. From Letras Mania