Just a little bit of stuff i've written down on my phone.
It doesn't make much sense. But I'm still working on the finished product of "The Break Up" and I dislike leaving this blog empty for long periods of time.
I find inspiration in the crowds jeers
In fallen tears
Wise words comforting those torn up inside
I roamed the cold city streets until I found sleep
She's a tasty number in a red dress
One song closer to my demise
I remember the lies along with my hands running up her thighs
I got a rough future baby you sure you want to come along?
Now that's a dusty path that has seen it all before
As the rebels and the forgotten waltz the night away
But baby i'm not asking for confirmation
Leave me out of the letters to mama
Feeling all nostalgic in the wrong part of town
I'm tempted to call up old mistakes
Roll the dice
Risky bets on high stakes.
-dev
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