ep2 soon

produced by døves (dovescry.bandcamp.com)
art by reyn yeager (reynyeager.com)

pick me up and flip the car
i just want to die in your arms

we don't fuck with bottles at the bar
percocets & xanax on my card
and i'm in LBC with coldhart
GBC in east LA, come run up
i'm in los angeles
broken neck
heavy head
cigarettes
silhouettes
shivering
hold it in
half breaths
my eyes are red from all of this
and i think this is it
leg over the ledge

we shared smoke
you shared the words behind your lips
and i was alone
i wasn't anything at all
you're just tall bones
with your soft skin against my neck
and the tears on it
and the words that i left you with were my own
but my hands shake and my legs break
i swear that you don't ache like i ache
i swear that you can't hate like i hate
i know there's passion in the pain
i can't relate

envelop my scars like you broke down and held me
while i'm feigning addiction, all this time out in LA
like i swear that i'm trying
and i swear that you're helping
and i swear i'm a good man

rory

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