187. here we go again
I made a promise A good promise I made it to myself in the morning when the air was clear Not another cigarette I said I would not let the temptation come inside me again I would not sell my body If a man has his will He hath everything Saturday night The sun hath set Moon comforteth me Behind the hotels The light was the color of a bad bruise I stood on the street Air felt heavy I wanted a drink but I wanted the smoke more A man can tell himself many things in the morning But the night is a different country The girls stood under the red sky They looked like the same girl Repented five times With the white dresses The hair that was too bright for the dark They did not say much They smoked and the smoke was blue in the light o ld hunger a hollow feeling in the breast like the wind blowing through an empty house I had sold my pussy many times the money was gone shame was something I got used to like a cold that stays all winter dont think about the...