baby I'm tired and I should be leaving...

its like a dream state that imploded your brain.
our hearts beat on cue but that isn't good enough for you.
all the models speak their foreign tongues and you're too wasted to
understand that its all the same.
big fat raindrops coat the heart
slip n slide
a new ride
but you're losing everything inside.
like turning out your pockets, all the change raining on the ground like
a storm of perfection.
but the smokers cough has got me and the parliaments come in twos and
threes.
you don't eat these cigarettes for me.
cancerous is the love that breeds from the toes to head.