The rooms have a hint of asbestos and maybe just a dash of formaldehyde,
And the habit of decomposing right before your very eyes.
Along with the people inside.
What a wonderful caricature of intimacy.
what a wonderful caricature of intimacy
.Raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses .
It's sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses
At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains
And a few more of your least favorite things.
and oh im wrong once again, im so stupid,
THERE ARE NO RAINDROPS ON ROSES AND GIRLS IN WHITE DRESSES.
im just dreaming, didnt i forget, dreams are meant for sleeping..