2020-12-06 at 2:55 PM UTC
in
Can you get COVID from a BJ?
Only if you kiss afterward.
She’s like a centerfold, i’m like a child
for some strange reason we clicked with the drug shit
I make her laugh out loud as i walk her to the atm to grab another wad: drugs paid
she looks amazing as her nose bleeds
I look amazed at the scale of this dope fiend
I grab a tissue and we go deep, no sleep
Palms full of valium and codeine
Why were you there?
If your thoughts weren't mine to take and smother in drugs
We passed on the stair like a couple times now you're giving it up
See my eyes caught your eyes, they caught me looking there
My eyes saw your eyes dilate while gripping your hair
A moonlight vigil
A sunrise pasture
A puff-puff pass with the shotgun, pistol, slugs that pass ya
Every single feeling left and all the love's melted in a mess of dreams
A stunted pulse, a treasure trove
Like silent movies moving in an unrequited lunar movement
Starry eyes locked in a crock of gold
You and i, the best in show
The sun it rises, let it snow
He lies awake, she sleeps forever
When the storm rolls in you better say never
Rain and misery and i ain't trying to be clever
Even though it's easy yo, to blame things on the weather
Riding about on my fucking tricycle
Sixteen ice creams in my pocket
Nothing you can do to stop it.
Yo
I don't give a flying fuck if you're a violent cunt
I been climbing up these pylons pissed and writing love
I been CS gassed in sheds in front of Lucy's mum
Life is fun, I've never felt the need to cry or buy a gun
Most of the time I'm just here for the rinse
All the beer that I drink
Still feels weird when I think
Will kill fear with a blink
Still chill here with a grin like
Open mouth full of duck skin
Rolling round in my love pit
Get it on with my slampig
Feeling like a welfare-fat child glued to a nuclear warhead, soaring
Warm endorphins spewed from a hole in the forehead soaking the world I walk in
Yep, living the dream
Never gonna burn out, never gonna bleed
We all just hit a new level of malevolence
Neck a little medicine, wrestle the machine
I was in a whirlpool reproducing
Find your girl by the speaker, puking
In the back room, lashed where the beats are moving
It's 11am don't mean to Fenibut in
Up late, sunrise crew
If you relate, we're scum like you
Yee
2020-12-05 at 3:37 PM UTC
in
Its been 84 years
Pretty crazy what happened with it's sister ship The Britannic.
