Boy Gets What He Wants

it's hard to make these letters look as beautiful as you
a word too soft, too frail to be uttered
or be placed in your dreams

my blood was an [bad word] ink tonight

with lips and hands that will never meet again
please understand that these are the years
and i just can't bare to see them wasted

my blood was an [bad word] ink tonight
on the back of photographs
these words fall short of our last goodbye

when gold-capped irony
brings the pain of light

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as the seasons change
as the seasons change

bottoms up you [bad word] 
this is your last release
your libations are undead to me
bottoms up you [bad word] 
this is your last release
your libations are undead to me.