soundcrisis

The Running Board
soft, soft fade
circled around
turn loose goodbye
switch off
no attempt to look failure is king
are we ready
close those lips
try to lose me 3 more time
HUSH BABY NOW DON'T SAY A WORD
(total fucking chaos)
6:53 and where are you?
run home, run far
throw your face in a pillow
scream out what you can't
fix that makeup cover your tracks
yeah your an angel
avoiding what games, games to play
was it less or more or more or less
coward
wisk away the fear
clear the air
clear the air and slide
closer to the edge
say good night
final curtain call
switch off, goodbye


Sugar Coated Sour

what rounding out breaks
the silent barrier
waiting and waiting
can i pick your modest waste
i expect no more than
DID I STUTTER
DID I STUTTER
DID I STUTTER
simple regret
yeah, take a bow
you deserved
yeah, eat shit
you earned it
life would be so much better
if you did not exist
and god bless you fucking queen
what pawns
we have become
in this bland
little play:
sugar.coated,sour.