winter coat (demo)

by booker
Lyrics:
You don’t have a winter coat
You just figured you’d be dead by now
The cold walls and photographs
Paint the inside like it’s petrified
You go to work when you’re waking up
Count the dresses on your floor, and up
until the point when you’re losing it
You get sick
Get drunk till you’re crazy and you’re out of it
Keep eating till your stomach is oblivious
Your taillights they bleed into the internet
You get rich
Don’t speak till they let you choke
Shaking cold outside
With the cigarette smoke
Making up some shit
About getting out of it
And I know we will someday

[@GiovanaMargotti]

muuuuuito boa, amei