March 2013
94 posts
Hiding//Pianos Become the Teeth
There’s no good in your eyes anymore And it makes you want to drive home, drunk and alone Curse the faces in the wheat Drown yourself in the gold because you can’t let it go Makes you almost miss the smell of smoke in your clothes And it makes you want to wear the wool It’s that need like nothing else You bullshit with the best and wait for what’s perfect You bitch and moan more than most about ...
I don’t trust people that carry around around backpacks or large purses’ and don’t have a single book in there.
