deertooth
turn the white snow red as strawberries in the summer time
carson ellis.

carson ellis.

so I lay down a while
and I gaze at my hotel wall
oh the cot is so cold
it don’t feel like no bed at all
yeah I lay down a while
and I look at my hotel wall
but he’s down on the street
so I throw both his bags down the hall
and I’m phoning a cab
'cause my stomach feels small
there’s a taste in my mouth
and it’s no taste at all

it could have been me
oh yeah, it could have been me
why didn’t I say,
why didn’t I say, no, no, no

she don’t lie she don’t lie she don’t lie; COCAINE

oh you pretty things
don’t you know you’re driving your
mamas and papas insane

Is there life on Mars?

the beast he comes to you,

he’s a hunter for a lonely heart