Determination for all the wrong shit.
Strength in the form of expensive clothes
Wrapped tightly around broken conviction…lost ambition.
Plans drift away in smoke rings that smell of piss and burnt sugar.
CRANK IT UP!
Who gives a fuck anymore about where I’ve been?
Dance this stupid dance with me and let us both pretend.
Fairy tales and birthday wishes don’t die in the eyes of dirty sex and infected track marks.
One empty bottle after the next
Drunk and depressed with a needle in my neck.
With your naked knees sprawled in my vomit…
Clawing at my zipper.
Once upon a time…
Happily ever after.