Buffalo... This Country Was Built On Their Backs

She has a nicotine palette and I'm more than sure that she has broken the rules playing Russian roulette a time or two. She is subtle happiness for the down and out generation. I think I'm her blood type and I'm currently trying to convince her to swap veins.

My hands live on the outskirts. There is something about her in all black, and the way her skin sleeps under it. Lightning in my head for the world to see. I'm chasing the greatest story (n)ever told. Watching moments flicker behind my eyelids, as I twitch throughout the evening.

Each glimpse of you vanishes in mid-air... right in front of me as I struggle to wake. I will forever be love... after the fact. I can't wait to be epic with you.