sábado, 26 de diciembre de 2015

I have to block out thoughts of you so I don’t lose my head
They crawl in like a cockroach leaving babies in my bed
Dropping little reels of tape to remind me that I’m alone
Playing movies in my head that make a porno feel like home
There's a burning in my pride, a nervous bleeding in my brain
An ounce of peace is all I want for you. will you never call again?


Will you never call again?

2 comentarios:

Anónimo dijo...


Someday write for my...

Anónimo dijo...

Siempre te voy a amar. Hasta el último día de mi vida.