This December, It's One More & I'm Free.

It was four or five of everything
As you are no good
I saw it through the frame and through my face
Covering my eyes
Cause we are nothing
And never quite the same from a black and white summer
With photographs that showed our
Rails and razorblades
I think it cured my pain, again
And again and again
Promise you will go down my neck
Just like those pills and your cigarette
So as my fingers curl
I move my lips just so you wont have to
Damn you clever girl
Your style is keeping us from sleep
One more and I'm free
Oh we've been so lucky
Yeah we've been so likely to lose
So give in


Let's give in.

image from notebookdoodles.