Fill it up
fill it up...

Did they say when
you made it to think...

Head-rush from the heat.
waking up and sitting down...

I thought I
lost you...

You burn my lips and stain my skin,
But still, I love you...

Thick, black air imitates the ambiance created
by the pissheads and junkies...

Are you one of us?
Another sculpture molded by your parents...

A beautiful moment
trapped by time...

All the things I want to say,
hanging out in my mouth...

She smiles,
as she sips...

I got no rights
to feel what i think...

Naked
free beautiful...