Im living on shattered faith
That kind of likes to restrict your breath
Never been a better time than this
Suffocate on eternal bliss
In a city that swells with so much hate
You seem to rise above
And take its place
The heart pumps until it dies
Drain the blood the heart is wise

Tab strolled to her dresser to grab some clothes as she bobbed her head to the rhythm, and hummed along.

All my friends are murder
Hey all my bones no marrows in
All these fiends want teenage meat
All my friends are murderers
Away

She took out a pair of old jeans”her favorite pair. A card fell out of its pocket; it was Shanes old business card.

Ive never met pearl quite like you
Who could shimmer and rot at the same time through
Theres never been a better time than this
To bite the hand of the frost bitten eminence

She fought the urge to tear it up; she gulped at its sightbut compromised to leave it on her dresser. Then she noticed a few other things shes left on top of her dresser: A picture of Diane and her in the apartment when they shared it, a picture of the beach, and a cigarette box with one cigarette left in it.

All my friends are murder
Hey all my bones no marrows in
All these fiends want teenage meat
All my friends are murderers
Awayawayaway

Im alive in uterine
A star in the dark a new day has dawned
Open up and let it flow
Ill make it yours so here we go

At first she ran her finger along Dianes face in the picture. She always thought she was beautiful, that mellow brown eyed look was always soothing”even if she was pissed. Then her finger trailed to the picture of the beach The initial thought was Shane. She realized all the other times she spent it in solitude, were forgotten. It was only with Shane, where memories are worth throwing in the fire, were alive. And the cigarette boxit was the last she had of Ryan. Did she love him? No. Just lust. And lust killed him. As well as Tabs treacherous living habits.

Awayhes gone away
Awayhes gone away
Awayhes gone away
Awayhes gone a”hes gone away.

All these things before her were now obsolete. Even the mild dust layer made it authentic. She wondered why she even bothered keeping those three things. She never found herself to be a sentimental freak. But everyone has a little in them at some point, whether you realize it and like it, or just deny being maudlin. But with Tabs beer bottles scattered, thats a tough thing to not notice.