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letra de fall in dreams - lt headtrip

lt headtrip

the kind of hat you wanna catch despite the path that it stretches on the climate’s last breath. the kind of cap that needs a head and minds its master and a cracked skull cold without its fairly weathered friend. it never mends and when the dragon makes his nest beside the mess he hides which then ignites the rapture pays his debts. he’s been begging for an axe to grind but hatchets are expensive so he fashions him some leverage. too bad he’s p-ssive at his best. there’s a draft that makes the happiest of men resort to madness in a bender as it p-sses through their skin. they should have patched the broken fence to keep the gr-ss from ever entering their vision and puttin’ em in an insecure position. listen, it’s not that daddy needs a reason, it’s just sad to see your seed resort to masking its being. we had a tacit understanding of the agreement, and that’s why you’re still breathing. the laughter isn’t laughter, they’re screaming. concede

googie
‘cause when i fall in dreams, i see my life flash right before my eyes. and i don’t call or scream, ‘cause ignorance is bliss. i’m better off bein’ blind. and really all it means is that i’m hopin’ when i’m floatin’ on this ocean i’ll be coastin’ ’til i reach the sh-r-, and even if i don’t, still gotta get up and go

lt headtrip

the kind of end that’s more a question than a resolution resting in an archetypal lesson. the kind of s-x that leaves you empty and regretful the investigation led to what resembled a confession. without a nemesis he’s stagnant and content and out of practice and receptive to the malice that’s been festering. there’s flowers in the bed, but the stench that plagued his senses was a necessary dread. he’s lost without an enemy
there’s pretension in the deadliest depression and a weapon in the chest of every trepid adolescent, so the semblance of a blessing ain’t enough to keep em pleasant and productive. we’re gonna need some tension and a supplement. f-ck it. i’m not his father or his keeper imma wash my bleeding palms and let him lock away his secrets. he can call me when he’s lost the key and needs me. i got a copy in the box next to my grief for whom he might return to being. i believe

googie
that when i fall in dreams, i see my life flash right before my eyes. and i don’t call or scream, ‘cause ignorance is bliss. i’m better off bein’ blind. and really all it means it that i’m hopin’ when i’m floatin’ on this ocean i’ll be coastin’ ’til i reach the sh-r-, and even if i don’t, still gotta get up and go

- lt headtrip

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