I wake up early in the morning when I know you're asleep and I smoke a cigarette, which is a secret I keep. You have your secrets and I have mine, Je suis absolument irresponsable for my crimes. I miss your smile and I miss your scent. Hell, I wish that you would answer all the letters I sent. Cough. Breath in, it's an anxiety attack. If your fingers are cold you can warm ‘em on my back, extremely loud and incredibly close
I'm the underdog
I am a turnspit dog
Good morning, doctor Onion, shot myself in the foot. If love would count as money, I'd be hard put. I have a pill I have to take, I have a letter to write: there is a lot of work to do, I haven't slept all night
You're old enough now, lady, you can share my bed but if you fall asleep too quickly I will wake up dead and if you don't shut up and kiss me I will lose my cool but if you do shut up and kiss me you'd break the rules, extremely loud and incredibly close
I'm the underdog
I am a turnspit dog
One nation under dog
I wake up early in the morning when I know you're asleep and I smoke a cigarette which is a secret I keep. Yesterday I found a picture that I drew as a child of a man I saw in my dreams who was drunk and wild and I called him Mr August and he told me “Son, when you are old enough to shave you'll get yourself a gun.” When you wake up we drink coffee and I ask about your night, you say you dreamt about a man who was both drunk and wild and extremely loud and incredibly close