peoplewalk

Dust in the kitchenCoffeepotMicrodotsNow we are coastingTalking lessBreathing stressSomewhere insideI have diedSo I will lieIn formaldehydePeople walkThrough my insidesWhen I get out of hereYou get to keep the carAnd I get a plastic vaseOr do you want me . . . 阅读详情

When I wake up I'm speaking slow.When I get drunk I'm speaking more.Get too drunk &I don't speak at all.Get too close to you &I don't know what to say.The only time I make sense is when I'm talking in my sleep.But there's nobody around to write it down,So . . . 阅读详情