Planes Mistaken For Stars

Hollow Point And Whiskey

Planes Mistaken For Stars


and we stood where faith failed and we watched 
angels fall chest deep in shit. our halos were 
busted from way before. we drank deep without warn
we were gutted and split to the floor. i can feel the 
room lean beneath my feet and i want to sleep so 
i'll blame it on hollow point and whiskey