Molly
Last night I dated Molly, A synthetic feeling of jolly, I don't know what her intentions are, But around her, I feel as a star.
I'm into art, design, sarcasm, humor, sex, slacking, and other stupid things. I'm also heartless. And I don't like horses.
Last night I dated Molly, A synthetic feeling of jolly, I don't know what her intentions are, But around her, I feel as a star.
I sit and watch the tube, Six people in the room, Codeine in my brew, My mind a mental stew. Cheesy horror flick is on, Consciousness is faded, gone.
Why do we (human beings) choose to use drugs and alcohol. Is it because we seek to achieve out of body experiences to avoid our own boring, corrupt and unfair lives. It's sad to think about.
What a strange time it is in my current being. I'm growing very tired of meeting new people merely because I keep losing old friends.
The end of me, the end of you. Ill probably just hand you, a menu.