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03:33am | Jan 18, '10 | No Comments
Eight foot long eyelashes help paint my evening
Whilst in return I keep silent in my grieving
It's hard to stand up straight in the tub when you know your laundry basket smells like cat piss
If Freddy would stop shaking me maybe I wouldn't feel so dizzy
It would be easier to deal with it
If this album I was trying to play wasn't scratched to shit
The ceilings keeping me preoccupied and my nose is dripping faster than the fauset
Although my blinking gives me butterflies
I'm not gonna fool myself bliss is just a mattress
keep my clothes on. keep my composure
Is it selfish to ask that nobody remember me when I'm gone?
This cage cradles the pounding as these four hills slam the walls
lye down, lie to your self
oh fuck someones coming put your clown face on
----diary of a bad trip
January 17th 7:32 pm
Matt Pendlebury