Monday, January 30, 2012

Trip

"You Make It So Easy"

I forget there's a roughness in your voice that I always liked. It's subtle and strange, and it suits you perfectly. But I've forgotten what they really sound like. I've forgotten the way you say things, and how your body goes with everything that comes out of your mouth. I used to tune in to you until the colors on the walls would change, or till I'm about to black out. And just that easily, I knew it'd be this addiction. I knew I wouldn't want anything else more. I knew it'd be like losing my mind.

ARCHIVE, FUCKERS (for Ace-like purposes)