The cold of London is forgotten in the glow of a lighter,
It is all you do to kill the grey,
Numb at the tips and you flick it right up,
And a dead man they say,
as you get High another day,
Just a drag to a smile, its chocolate.
Just a dab you use it,
Get high to get calm,
Paranoia but you do it,
Sweet lies its all like chocolate
You and your friends call it chocolate,
The lyrics of the song called it fate,
Roll up and strum the strings, chocolate to forget,
Dead inside and sad soaked futile hate,
You bite her lips, taste like wine and chocolate,
You call it chocolate, just a lie; you dead?
Your lungs they take it in like a friend,
Your heart breaks again, remember why you like it?
She broke your heart so you broke your head,
Bent with drags of chocolate, loved her but she didn’t know,
Bite your lips, light it up and inhale your fate
Inspired by the 1975 chocolate and my own addiction and self destruction
OMG Check Please has officially set my bar too high for friendship
Like, it’s so unreal how jealous I am of a fictional hockey team. I’m bout to sign my unathletic ass up for some random team sport b/c of this wholesome friendship shit Ngozi is shoving down my emotional windpipe