It's always a shame
to watch you die on me.
I know I should be conditioned
not to expect much,
but for some reason, I do.
Maybe it's the nonsense,
and my bullshit demeanor.
You know you're a rebel
or at least you try.
Love be a junkie tonight,
So she can tie off
and let her soul take flight.
My head's a swimmer
who juumped in too early
with a gut full of blood and salt
She's got that needle in her arm again,
somehow this time's my fault.
Oh well, whatever.
We're as good as dead,
or we will be by nightfall.
Tonight love is a boxer
who breaks my fucking jaw.
It's morning now,
ans somehow we've made love
with the moon's late-nite
dance with devil.
My head's floating now,
My motions are a ittle more steady
as I walk to her door.
So love be giver,
and give her life, just a little more. |
Submission Name: Love Be a Junkie Tonight
