your house, the coffee tastes like dirt. not because i'm hurt, that's just what it tastes like. dirt roads, remind me of my skin - not because i'm wasting away, with the gravel you grounded, that's what it feels like. i won't be sorry, won't go moping around, in fact i'm doing quite well for now. let's talk about giving up, that sounds so bitter sweet. think i'll throw in the towel right now, i'll lay low on the ground and i'll be on my feet when i can breathe, when i'm good and ready.
FRIENDS ONLY. - sybil vane
10 November 2008 @ 08:15 pm