cough syrup ~ rick grimes
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~LIFE'S TOO SHORT TO EVEN CARE AT ALL~
WHOA
I'M LOSING MY MIND
LOSING MY MIND
LOSING CONTROL
~ "cough syrup" by young the giant~
I take out a cigarette as Rick hesitantly gets his lighter from his sandy pocket. The complaining starts as soon as I take a drag, "God, Gracie those things smell terrible," he sighs but I just laugh at the way his face contorts.
"They don't got a smell, you must be smelling the ocean," I quip back, lying through my teeth. "Those are some smoky waves," he adds, unconvinced. I take a drag then sigh it out, "You know, if you mixed our eyes, they'd look like the ocean," I say as if it were as obvious as "stars come out at night". Because for me it was. But he just looked at me. "How the holy hell" he pauses just to laugh harder at me "Do we mix our eyes together?
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