angelajperry.com |
"like morphine marmalade" |
jet plane to f train, please by angela j. perry |
only a masochist loves living in new york city i can't wait to get home back to my east village digs staring at the skyline with smiles and corny tears knowing one of those flickering lights is mine it must be my jedi chemistry with the grime it's comforting nothing seems startling in a constant rumble sometimes gettin' stuck in the bad shit is best it's really like morphine marmalade |
