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Some More Smoke.
Through the cloudy tears in my bloodshot eyes,
I can make out the fog that escapes my lungs.
Even if the room spins just a little bit, who cares?
Its what I need, if I choke it down I become myself.
My throat hates the burn, but my brain loves to swim.
The resin on my lips is just a sign I'm approachable again.
I get the feeling I need to sin again.
Besides, I will never be a saint.
I can make out the fog that escapes my lungs.
Even if the room spins just a little bit, who cares?
Its what I need, if I choke it down I become myself.
My throat hates the burn, but my brain loves to swim.
The resin on my lips is just a sign I'm approachable again.
I get the feeling I need to sin again.
Besides, I will never be a saint.
Published 5th Nov 2012
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5th Nov 2012 5:21am
sweet leaf.....I know it well. Or should I say it knows me. I've never met a saint either.:o)
5th Nov 2012 5:25am
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5th Nov 2012 9:23am
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5th Nov 2012 5:46pm
Thanks.. /:
For some reason, I have been sorta.. not my typical self lately.
For some reason, I have been sorta.. not my typical self lately.
5th Nov 2012 8:46pm
My throat hates the burn, but my brain loves to swim.
The resin on my lips is just a sign I'm approachable again.
i fuckin love that couplet! its the kinda thing we all wish we wrote, i can see im gunna have to keep my eye on u miss
- biff
x
The resin on my lips is just a sign I'm approachable again.
i fuckin love that couplet! its the kinda thing we all wish we wrote, i can see im gunna have to keep my eye on u miss
- biff
x
5th Nov 2012 9:44pm
6th Nov 2012 7:22pm