domingo, 12 de dezembro de 2010

How far does this black tunnel go
I got a car but the gas is running low.
The childhood scar on my chin is back again.

I've seen better days in my night terrors.. when
I was a bike messenger without a bike and i would write letters.

Before the slow walk... the rest of the show-offs were pealing out.

If distance is a girl's best friend
Tell them bitches in the rough who think that love comes with diamonds:
Diamonds are cut, but coal burns and nothing lasts forever.

Slave labor, you made me work for what I couldnt have,
wonder why I bothered saving any of your letters, they're just aged paper
Crumble.

Wonder why I saved your urn of ashes.

So,

I hold today with a death grip
And I play hard to get to tomorrow so as not to look so fucking desperate.

Face sweaty...
Hands unsteady...
Blood pressure off the charts!
My heart hangs heavy...
Untreated wounds through repeated moods are seeds who develop in your needy womb.

I'm not afraid of dying, 
Pieces of me die all the time.
...
Pick up a shovel love, you've got some digging to do.