BRONSE - IMPULSES

You've been
You've been gone for way too long
Now it's time to grip the chrome
Or it's time for you to go
Either way we're at your home
I wake up seven forty
The liquor leaves my body
I hide from everybody
I gotta find somebody
And when I leave this party
And when they find my body
By the side of the road they'll think I went like August
They post their fucking stories
About how good I was, but never bothered at the party
Feel like Felicia Hardy
Because I fucked it up with everyone, I'm fucking sorry
I don't know if I get another chance
I miss my body
Cyanide headrest
I wish I would have said less
The wish in the well didn't specify painless
Now my steps are aimless
Nothing to look forward to
I wanted nothing more than wanting you but I want more of you
I guess it's my fault too
For analyzing this shit
The christmas gift I never bought you
My body sleeping in shifts
All the trust killed, all the love spilled
I pray that I can leave this page open-ended until

Written by:
David Möllerstedt

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