The Coke Zero you use to swallow the pills you can't live without is etched into my subconscious as the taste of home Is the taste of lemons that I use to disguise the taste of my Marlboro Reds drawn into yours just the same? I hope it is so. When together, we smell of an oil fire a cloud of smoking false bravado disguising the spitting flame white-hot and bluish grey nestled inside As I wince from the venom of our combined words- you call me adorable in that condescending way you do and I flush in that idiotic way of mine- I can't help but acknowledge that I will stay
me uhh yeah i wrote this + developed the characters + made the project it's kinda bad but we ball i'm literally 12 i could tweak a few words and turn this into hilson couldnt i
