6.2.09

When she decided she was through with love...

No exaggeration necessary.

The sound of your street name leaves a terrible taste in my mouth.
But I am going to forget to fall apart today.




The snow fell hard from five to five

You had to drink to stay alive

But you were hoping it would kill you too

At least you'd have something changing you

Cause you were cold as the ice at your front door

You raised a trembling glass and shouted, "Fuck the war!"

And then you fell into oblivion

Lying on your bed with your shoes on

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