My House from Stories by Afterlife Love Machine

A2-E3-A3-D2

from the bottle to my bed
all the puke on my floor
all the angels in my head
and the cats at my door

the walls are rotting
the wood is cracked
the ceiling’s flak’in
and the carpet’s black
the toilet’s flooded
and the roaches are back
the rats must’ve left
and I understand

from the bottle to my floor
I’m laying here in glass
someone must’ve broke in
this fucking dump again

the walls are rotting
the wood is cracked
the ceiling’s flak’in
and the carpet’s black
the toilet’s flooded
and the roaches are back
the rats must’ve left
and I understand

this is my house
the place in which I’m living
the place I tend to go to
a place aimed for forgetting

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