Saturday, August 11, 2012

Where Millionaires Go


I come in fits and fevers, smoking cigarettes, throwing it out the window, wanting everything. I will swallow you whole. I find myself calling hundred dollar bets, winning and losing more money playing cards that I do at my day job. I find myself waking up in a warm bed with a girl who loves me and I do not love back. We're just trying to add to our lives. (Lies) We're just taking what we get. Tree line the snow covered streets and my heart? It's right here. While looking at the sun I close my eyes, and see lines with dots like constellations in the sky, and one day..
I'll be there too.

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