I sat under the stars tonight- and wished upon a corpse
as I tipped my glass to hollywood.


'and there's beauty in the breakdown' she said-
with a glimmer in her eye- that screamed of broken.down.lies
and empty bottles of another lost dream
and it's easy to tell yourself that it's always for a reason
when we all live too long to go back
.and just long enough to regret.

[and I will always fucking let you down]

and the breakdown isn't so beautiful- I say
with a gastank on empty- and a road to nowhere in the distance
.and yesterday never looked so appealing.

and fate.
is my worst enemy

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