I begin to speak but leave a sentence unfinished. you drop down my throat sour taste is left in my mouth. taste in my mouth. deflate. silence is my self defense you've hurt this little boy. i smell like smoke coz i got burnt, not cause it was in the car when you lit your cigarette. maybe you're right i guess you're right. you were always right you are always right.
|1||We Cannot Read Poetry|
|2||Roll On Piebald|
|3||Nature Wins Piebald|
|4||Life On the Farm Piebald|
|5||Getting Mugged and Loving It|
|6||On and On|
|1||Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros|