Car Crash EyesStarr sits on falling down porches and smokes cigarettes until her lungs bleed.Car Crash Eyes
Her eyes are the color of car crashes because she's seen too many. She's seen too much of everything and sometimes, she wishes she was blind.
Her fingers shake and she doesn't notice. Just like how she doesn't notice when He kisses her. It's not the same, now. She says. He isn't the same. She isn't the same.
What's changed? He asks her. Over and over. Expecting an answer every time. The seasons. Your eyes. This town. This year. The way your hands feel on my skin. She won't tell him though. And he gets mad when sh
I turn dreams into nightmaresYou used to tell me your dreamsI turn dreams into nightmares
Now you tell nightmare stories with a hint of death
Dragged to hell because of history once again repeating itself
Your dad he's an addict
Your grandfather an alcoholic
And your great grandfather he was a gangster
Today I told you to stop one last time
Let's just hope this time that you listened
Yesterday I told you to think about the future and everything that you could leave behind
The day before that you shot a man dead for twenty dollars and a case of guilt
Tonight you wont stop
lets hope you're more alivei find myself alone tonight the silence is so loud, and everything is so far away from where i am. the city's lights and lover's lips and sharp winds are pouring over my skin. the northern lights are the blood in my veins and the big ben is the spine contracting in my back. coke and rum from the nearest bar down the street have become the saliva swimming in my mouth and the oceanic views in planes have become my eyes. my sensations have become a drug addict's because to feel and live and to be they cannot be clean. boys that serenade girls have whispered into my ears and feathers from the birds in the skies are tickling mylets hope you're more alive
Tell me you're scared tooShattered glasses from drunken nights left in the past but never forgotten Sleepless nights spent counting one million and one black sheep Breath taking views from mountain top hotels that you spend to much time staying in Ripped jeans running from the cops means you have to jump fences sometimes And then there's that one time where you don't make it all the way over Shark infested waters it's dangerous but you dive in anyway You would play hopscotch in a mine field if you were given the chance Drive a car into the ocean and just sink to the bottom and wait Wait for your lungs to finally run outTell me you're scared too
almost but not quite
Gloomy
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"Nothing is more singular about this generation than its addiction to music."
I wish i wrote like this AMAZING writer [link] I'm sure she would be really happy if you go and tell her she's amazing to.
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"Nothing is more singular about this generation than its addiction to music."
I wish i wrote like this AMAZING writer [link] I'm sure she would be really happy if you go and tell her she's amazing to.
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"Nothing is more singular about this generation than its addiction to music."
I wish i wrote like this AMAZING writer [link] I'm sure she would be really happy if you go and tell her she's amazing to.
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A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.
~Oscar Wilde
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...Come check it out, you'll be glad you did.
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"Nothing is more singular about this generation than its addiction to music."
I wish i wrote like this AMAZING writer [link] I'm sure she would be really happy if you go and tell her she's amazing to.
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"Nothing is more singular about this generation than its addiction to music."
I wish i wrote like this AMAZING writer [link] I'm sure she would be really happy if you go and tell her she's amazing to.
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