On my bedroom wall
One can find tons of broken dreams
Getting red in fall
Drying on the stream
One can find dirty posters and superheroes
Hooking up together in a great mess
An old, untuned photo
Of a teenage goddess
From the open window
You can look at the street
Smoking a fag, drinking over control
Screaming at the never ending beat
On my bedroom walls
Nostalgy and pain
Are mating with joyful visions of Nepal
And grams of cocaine
11/10/2014
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