The girl you lost to cocaine

Feb 08, 2008 - 21:07 PM PST

A needle in haystacks
I seem so easy to find
But you're hard to configure when I'm so much behind.
4 consecutive months, You live for the snow
It's hard to be angry when your brain had just froze.
The strings on your guitar
Won't rust as well now
The callous on your finger is bleeding you out.
You said you would die
A warm needle in your arm
So dark and alone so it's hard to be warm.
This is what it feels
When you're touching my skin
So fuck all the stuff that go unrequited again.
The coffee tastes better
And you can tell that you're breathing.
I exhale in the sky, the smoke you'll be needing.
But you'll remember me, friend
To hell with the names
Just call me the girl you lost to cocaine.


Okay you see, this story is only partly true. He hasn't lost me yet.