maybe my passion slipped away with the smoke as it left my lungs

maybe it bled out from open wounds

maybe i poured too much love into shot glasses and not enough into people

and now its too late

will i ever feel my heart beat again

will my real self stay in this dormant state forever

whats going to happen to me

im dead anyway

my love has decomposed 
my love has decomposed

in a 6 foot grave of razors and vodka and kush 

i am gone

maybe i was so fucked up

that i became the habbits

and when i recovered and they left 

i went with them

i will never see another color