This is a bed for two
I think I made enough room
For you and I to get consumed
This is where I pour out my heart
Put pen to blank paper and write this art
Where do I start?
In war with beautiful women
I am becoming numb to the numbers
I've found solace in paintings of widows
And a will to carry on from the past
In war with many people
You can't kill a ghost so avoid dark rooms
Pass the blunt and just be blunt
I must admit that I fell in love with the fame
It was sweet now it's bitter
I played soft music bled on the ink
I tried the mind over latter but now it doesn't matter
Rose...