DCLXVI
The Dead Flag Blues
The car is on fire, and there’s no driver at the wheel
And the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides
And a dark wind blows
The government is corrupt
And we’re on so many drugs
With the radio on and the curtains drawn
We’re trapped in the belly of this horrible machine
And the machine is bleeding to death
The sun has fallen down
And the billboards are all leering
And the flags are all dead at the top of their poles
It went like this:
The buildings tumbled in on themselves
Mothers clutching babies
Picked through the rubble
And pulled out their hair
The skyline was beautiful on fire
All twisted metal stretching upwards
Everything washed in a thin orange haze
I said, “Kiss me, you’re beautiful -
These are truly the last days”
You grabbed my hand
And we fell into it
Like a daydream
Or a fever
We woke up one morning and fell a little further down
For sure it’s the valley of death
I open up my wallet
And it’s full of blood
PHONE SEX
If I ever done phone sex, it would probably go something like this;
boyfriend: tell me what you’re doing
me: I’m touching something soft
boyfriend: is it smooth?
me: yes, it’s smooth around the bottom, but with some hair on the top
boyfriend: do you want it?
me: yes I fucking want it oh god yes
boyfriend: bet I can guess what you’re touching
me: go for it
boyfriend: is it a picture of kellin quinn?
me: …yes
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