help. be my friend.
wrap us with memories.
be our friend.
my mother torn to pieces.
pressing her sunday best.
glorifying the death of your scent.
she sighs and it's heavy how much she gave you.
tell me papa how did you not see the spilt milk.
did the putrid smell of your past not haunt you. too late for prayers.
let your imagination run. you ran past with your white shoes and shorts to match.
we're all out of luck. we know you belong to the bottle, but will you ever see us again.
i'd rather hear silence. keep it to yourself. don't speak i can hear you.
i should know about change. i should. but will we ever get the memories. take em back. we don't need your lovin anymore. it's not you who i paint for.
on a raw canvas. it's a possiblity you're blocking. i can't wonder whether you care. don't try.
douced in bottles of whiskey. only for a while cause your speech left you.
goodnight. i can't like you.
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