Originally posted on FLASHLIGHT CITY BLUES:
the weeks are slipping away like high school romance we’re left with spare change and hangovers and time and again someone to celebrate the day with we’re depositing our hearts into swiss bank accounts when we should be selling them on street carts we should be listening to one…

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Hello there, honey, Here’s the money you asked from me, And I’m truly, truly sorry, If ten dollars is all that I can bring to you, Today. And if you need more golden liquid, To fill your cup, I’d take all of my grandma’s jewels, And sell them to the shop. You know I’d do […]