(18:38)
we broke, we smoke
we embrace what we loathed
he said: "nice, that is what we spoke of."
wait till the sun goes down
throw the promises we have drown
she said: "fine, you and i are basically done"
run away, lost in mind
no more worries about the rhyme
what is right and what is wry?
sewing machine would help you find
i don't need this so called gloria
if it's in the ocean of diarrhoea
summer fades,
but no more fakes.
