BWISE
Lone star
A filtered kind of cold,
grasping as the day grows old
I wiped off all my past live brawls,
so silent now, vague dissolved
I past off on them shaking hands
made out with a friend who laughed
We'll be strung out little boys in dark
and seeing in the night is an afterthought.
grasping as the day grows old
I wiped off all my past live brawls,
so silent now, vague dissolved
I past off on them shaking hands
made out with a friend who laughed
We'll be strung out little boys in dark
and seeing in the night is an afterthought.
