Tin Foil
biting tinfoil dreams that expire curiosity with paper thin come-hither motions. i am not alone but there’s a sneaking suspicion that this shit tastes like cake to most. cake, for fuck’s sake, sweet…
Broken hearts and empty cups I try but just can't fill. These are pieces I find that keep me going. Pieces that keep me awake. Pieces that keep me dreaming.
biting tinfoil dreams that expire curiosity with paper thin come-hither motions. i am not alone but there’s a sneaking suspicion that this shit tastes like cake to most. cake, for fuck’s sake, sweet…
