I’m thinking of a way where we hurt ourselves but it doesn’t matter,
i’m dreaming of a day where we can find romance but it never happens.
The police around the flat and somethings buzzing in my ear.
Is it a 7 foot cockroach or could it be the maggot hole?
The stench has been there for weeks.
Kids are screaming “no more christmas, no more christmases”
The conclusion is nigh so grab your arsenal.
Forward unto the bridge then never seen again.
And tell the misfits I loved them, sorry I never learned to talk.
No more christmases.
So crash the car to kill the myth, forget all the tall stories, this ones for your memory.
released November 27, 2015
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