hands on hands on hands

September 15, 2010

this feeling is pushing me, right through three floors down,

i can’t even fucking think through these windshield wipers are fucking shit.

i take a bible by the bottle and think before i blink. but i still want to feel your hands on my hands. on a sunday night in the dark, watching a shitty indie film. and laughing over grumbling bellies. and stale cigarettes on the floor

ash wherever you want because we haven’t been thinking about it for a half hour and look at all this, it’s a mess everywhere.

well, I ain’t a winner all the time, right?


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