for lauren and anyone else….
cut thru the strobes, all that dry ice and posing makes it look like yr smoking. i hit benevolent piques, all these generous shots make the worst worth working. and he calls it a sideline of choice, all this reckless debating. as the songs start to drown out his voice, you know he’s still waiting. (and i hope he’s still waiting.) he knows enough to take the truth and hold it up in place of youth. he worships you, he worships you, for everything you’ll ever do, o i’d be true. we got girls in our group so we get in thru a loop in the protocol. we’d sit and smoke on the stairs, now we smoke out the doors with the freaks and the roadkill. and the barriers just border the fights so we slide back to the darkness. we’re praying for our drinks to be spiked and for the evening to swallow us (this evening will swallow us) you had yr chance you lost yr touch o complacent. you had yr chance. wow, just wow.
