"Chloroform Perfume" - From Autum to Ashes

This is the end result of so many meetings at late night dinners with no one eating. We sit in corners and sip burnt coffee, count the tiles up on the ceiling. Let's skip the pretense and cut straight to dying, just dont beg me to keep your eyes from crying. You said so much, without even parting your lips. It's past 3 am and I'm still far from sleep, and this is a habit that I can't break. You're my only company, I'm skipping stones down a suburban street. Street lights flicker like this match in my hand, it was begging to strike. I keep repeating but this payphone tele stopped receiving. Flat out of change now, and I'm sure you won't accept the charges. It's all the same because by morning I'll be halfway to colarado, or someplace like that. She keeps on asking "do you think it hurts much to die?" It's hurting so much more to stay alive now. She's gonna find out how much it hurts to die. She laced her perfume up with death. I feel it in my lungs. So I'll pull in the deepest breath, and drop my head.


- posted by Jonathan@ 8:53 PM