Cali stagnant
Cali stagnant
he’s got the bitingest teeth in town
little lamb
you should wait
on the shoulder at night where the headlights can’t light
you on fire
and bring you back down
Late November morning
mourning in the park
low life boot buckles
shining in the dark
make sure the floors are clean so when you get home you can slide around in your socks, while the dog chases you around the kitchen i used to cook in
your mouth full of paint
and its red
its red, god
my hands are tied and i’m afraid you
can’t see me please
its so red
please see me
fire in the
morning
scream until the tree lights can’t
read your lips