My heart is the living room
And it's too big
Death has visited far more than any friend has in this life
You joined me a few times and you've make it clear to me you can't play the guitar but you pluck and play with my heart strings far too often
yet I'm not a dancer and I've had my fair share of dances with the devil
Why can't I remember anything before February
Maybe it's because of this tourniquet was tightened on that day and hasn't stopped sense
God help me because I think its cutting the creativity off from my head
Someone please stop the world from rapid spinning
Because I'm watching my life in fast forward from the comfort of my over sized living room accompanied by regret and death my familiar dark friends
Death has visited far more than any friend has in this life uuhhhhhh!! (Nelson grunt)
ReplyDelete"My heart is the living room
ReplyDeleteAnd it's too big"
This post is everything
"206 bones make up the framework of my being, with my soul floating between flesh and bone"
ReplyDelete#stolen
One of the best posts I've read so far
Wow I loved the language of this post so much
ReplyDeleteYou joined me a few times and you've make it clear to me you can't play the guitar but you pluck and play with my heart strings far too often
ReplyDeleteYaaaaaas
SO good. "my heart is the living room and its too big."
ReplyDelete^^^^^^^^^^
You joined me a few times and you've make it clear to me you can't play the guitar but you pluck and play with my heart strings far too often
ReplyDeleteSO GOOD