Saturday, November 3, 2007

it ends sometime

And I know you have a heavy heart,
I can feel it when we kiss
The love I sell you in the evening
by the morning won't exist
I got a flask inside my pocket,
we can share it on the train
And if you promise to stay conscious
I will try and do the same
We might die from medication,
but we sure killed all the pain

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