a pale sun sets on the barren plane of my hollow chest as cold winds blow across my face i lie in a field of wasted lives looking for a win with every roll of the dice deuce deuce i lose i win it all just ends to begin again for the second time or the sixth iteration of the same exact fucked up situation.
so she's 37... so what? ...ok, ok.. you're right.
but i still didn't do anything about it, i'm a weird guy.
so she's 37... so what? ...ok, ok.. you're right.
but i still didn't do anything about it, i'm a weird guy.