he said, “stop what you’re doin we don’t need to worry bout that.” but i could see the blood drippin slipping out of his black hat. he held my hand, kissed my nails talked to me bout ships and sails i shut my eyes just like he said and figured we were both now dead but in the morning our skin was warm we replaced the layers of skin shred. and though both our shirts were...
tumblin' like i dont give a fuuuuuckkkk!
cause i dont :)