Roughly as poetic as a bag of smashed arseholes.







Scribble back.


Wednesday, 8 December 2010

2. Train

Dressing up those ugly words
With flaming hair and a gun of a mouth
You’re the prettiest train-wreck I’ve ever seen
I’d pull you from the tracks if I wasn’t so weak
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