Tell me if I were to smile now In the dead of dark would it even exist. Or is hard tell. You treat me like a cheap motel sometimes. But nevertheless was prepared die. For that thing in your chest.Fuck money. fantasize about those nights you held down and sewed lips mine. Now miss pain this so-called life There shortcuts into heaven through eyes. We emptied our wrists on dotted line stay my side city A refugee no MTV Oh well thank god for THC. life. Am taste watered down am dust candy. washed off then spit out. Once lost inside mouth