malignantlyuselesss:

I don’t mind the sun sometimes, the image as it shows.
I can taste you on my lips and smell you in my clothes.
Cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies
You never know just how you look through other people’s eyes

Some will die in hot pursuit  in fiery auto crashes, 

Some will die in hot pursuit while sifting through my ashes

Some will fall in love with life and from a fountain

That is pouring like an avalanche coming down the mountain. 

driventides:

I don’t mind the sun sometimes, the image as it shows.
I can taste you on my lips and smell you in my clothes.
Cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies
You never know just how to look through other people’s eyes.

“Some die in hot pursuit in fiery auto crashes

Some will die in hot pursuit while sifting through my ashes

Some will fall in love with life and drink it from a mountain

That is pouring like an avalanche coming down the mountain”

driventides:

I don’t mind the sun sometimes, the image as it shows.
I can taste you on my lips and smell you in my clothes.
Cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies
You never know just how to look through other people’s eyes.

themusicismymaster:

Pepper - Butthole Surfers (Electriclarryland, 1996)

nonviolent-femmes:

I don’t mind the sun sometimes the images it shows

I can taste you on my lips and smell you in my clothes

Cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies

You never know just how you look through other people’s eyes

Some will die in hot pursuit in fiery auto crashes

Some will die in hot pursuit while sifting through my ashes

Some will fall in love with life and drink from a fountain

that is pouring like an avalanche coming down the mountain