Wolf Opera

laureninlights:

Every time I wake up I count all my fingers

because my hands might be the only complete thing

I have today, It’s a funny thing that we smoke more

cigarettes than we say I love you, if all you

have is a grey haze to comfort you I’de chase after

it with you, but grey clouds turn into rain and rain 

turns into sleep and I’ll be left counting my fingers 

again, waiting for you to run out of tobacco