So we trade liquor for blood in an attempt to tip the scales
I think you lost what you loved in that mess of details
They seemed so important at the time but now you can’t even recall
Any names, faces, or lines, it is more the feeling of it allWell, winter is going to end and I’m going to clean these veins again
So close to dying that I finally can start living
(Source: deer-bird, via viral-dysphoria)