it all started as everything does, with a sideways glance and a blooming friendship
no, no, don't speak, all of your words don't make sense here, the rules are different
and it just went from there, all these people talking at the same time and all those drunken nights
smoke curls out of your lungs and your words are all stolen and put on gravestones as some sort of meager replacement
and all those trips to supermarkets at night, but it wasn't a great time for either of us and I guess we didn't realize that
it's all cursed up in you now, all this death and black and tar and ugly. it really can't be helped.
so raise your hands, bow your head, praise the almighty unholy undead
third times a charm, they all say, and music isn't music unless you can't hear anything over it and all we cared about was the foolish treasure of pure gold, but we didn't realize that we had treasure between our teeth.
