Pass the Flask

Slowly we peel away the layers and the light seeps through the cracks. You whispered softly in my ear, "the birth of mornings upon us, dear", the bandages fell upon the floor. And there was no one in that room. It's quiet down the hallway where

Waiting for the sun to set my wings ablaze. The show must go on. The funeral needs a star. Tonight I have become the gossip and the choir. The useless and the used. The one who reaches for her arms. I am denial. You are the one who fell from grace fo

The signal flares will light the way to the scene of the accident, Where we'll dance like a pile of teeth in a broken mouth. Such a sick celebration. Everyone loves a fucking tragedy in epic proportions. Let's set our hearts at self-destruct. Like sc