bloggnamn

got a gun pointed to my head
got ghost under my bed
got a dream
I've got two
got to go home to you
but theres no home to go to

I'm still on a road on the edge of your lawn
I am still at a point where you belong
I cut my finger
got blood on every wall
got stoned got fucked
got fucked overall


ripping out my tounge
eating it up
someone hung me on a tree
and said " you stay there,
I cant get you free"
and I stayed here til I became me

guess you could try, give it a shot
like memories of porno printed inside your head
the paper stays blank

you came trough a hole
a whole of a lot
you came trough the ground
Mourn the memories later
Laugh now aligator

for the record, the bears are still asleep