The people who smoke cigarettes for breakfast
Do you know what it’s like to smell like you wash your hands in tobacco?
Who chase tequila shots with a drag
Then throw everything up just to fill up with more toxicities
And walk out like hovering their heads over a toilet bowl is a hobby
I hope you can’t taste the numbness on vodka stained lips
And sitting dazed in a shower of burning hot water feels like a paradise
Like everything outside is irrelevant
We don’t know why we do the things that we do
Playing with hearts is a control issue
I can go over all of my decisions but I couldn’t answer a damn question concerning my reasoning behind them
Using sedatives just to slow down our own overactive minds but still never understanding them
The gypsy inspired souls
You see, it’s hard, not wanting to be in one place for too long
So we settle for a little while, get bored, then push ourselves into somewhere temporary only to go back to where we came from, in the end, because we realize its unstable stability
Guess you could say that it’s exactly the same way that we treat people
The people who strive to impress, to shock, to have people question them, wonder about them
The ones with no comfort zone, and seek no understanding of “it’s gonna be alright”
What the fuck is “alright” to someone whose life led them to feel like these things are acceptable?
We’re not done being shameless.