Lungfishopolis

These types of places just make my skin crawl

I often wonder why I ever leave the house at all

These types of people don't really know me

Its not that I don't care, its that i'm filled with apathy

I love you. Like a pack of wolves

I need you. Like my hand needs holes

In the skyline, light pollution

I came home to a city in the ocean

With your permission, Id like to miss this

Well, isn't this an opportunity for fishing?

FISH

I love you. Like a pack of wolves

I need you. Like my hand needs holes