Sta.sh
Tired
set sail on sunset highway 51. I smell warm vanilla sugar, i feel you creepin back up on me.
And its not like i dont miss it, cus i do. I miss the way you couldnt say no, the way you never wanted to go. I miss your sweet slutty taste, its too bad, you were just a liar and a thief.
Im on a voyage, heading westward then southbound Memorial. 47th street will always haunt my thoughts. Especailly on winter nights when i got stuck in your drive. I miss you ugly eyes.
And its not like i dont miss it, cus i do. I miss the way we were, we layed, we lied to each other.
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You wont know him by his noise, but by his silence. He wont come screaming, announcing his intentions, but he'll come. Hello, Hello. Goodbye...
Lux Solis Aeterna
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