mrmission

It's a dull wet thud Followed by a short, sharp drop And it all comes to a bitter end You're a canvas of cigarette burns and hypertrophic scars Left to tan in the dawn of a brave new day It's a city of smoky mirrors and silver-lined clouds That'll drown you in dreary traffic haze With a meek jolt of joy to get you back on your feet For another irresponsible hour A puncture wound that'll close up too soon A hideous heart lies beating beneath the studio apartment floor A splash of red across lead paint and yellow wallpaper The only thing worth dying for is living The only thing to regret is everything