stonedog

Angel in a backroom
White rage on a Sunday
Lipstick of blue ice
Hid a cardboard smile
Made alternative arrangements 
Drunk on a gesture
Laced with salt water
Took her back a while

Julia’s stain covers the floor
She ain’t gonna be back no more
Body’s in a bag somewhere
Sold on a journey to nowhere

Made a bed of a hard floor
Made a rock of a shared soul
Turned to dust in a spiral
From the fourteenth floor
See a life in a photo flash
See escape everywhere you turn
When there really isn’t that much
You ain’t tried before

Julia’s stain covers the floor
She ain’t gonna be back no more
Body’s in a bag somewhere
Sold on a journey to nowhere

Julia’s stain covers the floor
She ain’t gonna be back no more
Body’s in a bag somewhere
Sold on a journey to nowhere

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