letra de a bulletin from the past pt. 1 - ishroyale
the whiskey man hollers “don’t be bothered by creatures, who pop their collars to get frisky with models, as they get them tipsy, beginning to hobble, picking at their lips, at a waffle house when the models get tired, i loved them once, when we fired rockets from empty beer bottles, we were boys in fear of men”
i watched the whole time, disturbеd by his features, it was a curious, lonely, long rant, and hе smiled at me snaggle toothed, the drugs had him fall in love with john wilkes booth
thought i saw you at ramen with your sandy beach head, those deep blue eyes, disappeared when your ego died
you said “scott i’ve seen shamans, mystics, and i’ve been a dipsh-t, but this is where i belong”
so we put on lipstick and found when we had a common, chicken strips over fish sticks, but i was too high when you hit the bottom, in the dead of summer, i left you there with your lover
i heard you in the whiskey man’s tongue, when he pleads “please just be decent, and have low expectations, we’re the crumbs and pieces of an unplanned procreation”
you never did come, never did come, you never submitted, you never succumbed, and i followed your lead, and i watched the elder leaves so frail and so brown, while i kick a b-tt that without my help couldn’t get off the ground, someday you will bewilder and astound, but for now you’re in the crowd
the man full of whiskey grabbed my hand, and said “there’s nothing more important than your favorite band”
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