When I'm in the mood to crash and burn.
So it's 5 in the God-damned morning. And my mind's still racing. What it's running from is unknown. Nothing else to beat me at the finish line. Still racing. And feeling I'm losing.
Trying to figure out how to cleanse my soul and the cigarrette stains on my fingers.
Trying to get some sugar into my blood stream and sweeten up the taste of same old sour situations.
You see, there's really nothing wrong. And everything could always be better. And the point I'm trying to make here got lost somewhere on the way home.
I just wasn't built for all this shit.
- Postado por: wal às 05h26
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