This is entitled.. "How To Preserve The Life Of Death" Sweet Lorraine And as I crumble through the window Wishing it was again to be sand And that I was free Or something Or anything Other than a young man who stands Doe footed and pigeon eyed Someone like her Or this Or that The magnificence Yes that was it Revel forever will I in it For I am that poor starstruck lying little boy Who only can vomit after Lorraine won't leave But of course alas This is not what causes such nausea spells And I had a mere three glasses of fucking new Amsterdam gin Damn straight No lime No lemon I know it slowly kills Lorraine But I am not I I am another me at the moment Obsessing and infatuated with preserving the posterity Of what is soon to take me underTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
