YOU BLEW THROUGH ME LIKE BULLETHOLES,
LEFT STAINS ON MY SHEETS & STAINS ON MY SOUL.
i've got nothing more to me than cigarettes in my back pocket & this michigan coma;
my head has been under a spell & my legs always feel heavy when i have something to say.
"see? you shouldn't let the words of someone with that kind of credibility bother you. you're quite unforgettable, katerz mcpatch."
freddy kerner 2.12.09, i don't fucking care what it takes, i'm keeping you forever.
ADD. CMNT.
MSG.
my pockets are empty but i've got promises to keep.
i don't want to wait until i'm dead to be happy. i'm starting now.
