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"She was a junkie for the written word; lucky for me, I manufactured her drug of choice."

05 May 2003

Flutter Girl // Chris Cornell


I'm drinking dust
With eyes of rust
Tonight my tears might stain your wings
So flutter home
'Cause you're better off alone than with me
So hide your face
And tie your lace
And butterflies across your cheek
Forget how soon you become a fool for words when I speak


I got nothin'.
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