Spike heels make a hole in a lifeboat
Jump, and I'm talking and laughing as we float
I hear a whistle, that's how I know she's home
Lipstick, eyelash, broke mirror, broken home
Force fed, force mixed 'till I drop dead
You can't defeat her, when you meet her you'll be what I said
And lord knows there's a method to her madness
Bustin' those jokes as I float in a sea of sadness
I'm sure she's drinkin two, but wondering what for and who
And I'm solo rollin'. I'm one side off the boat.
Looking out, throwing up, a lifesaver down my throat
-Jack Fucking White
Home in 30 ish days. fuuuuuck.
I want to stay in this state of mind. Forever. Accomplish everything. Everyday. More scholarships more shows more art. I crash and burn when I come out of focus. It's part of my personality, i'm addicted to adrenaline. I enjoy being exhausted and feeling like I could fall the fuck over every 15 seconds and knowing that I'm going everywhere but back. Yeah.
I'll sleep when I'm dead.
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