In Lieu of Breakfast (Boxed Flowers)
Summertime
The smell of coffee and fried eggs
Feels like rose
Miles Davis in the morning
Pebbles like marbles in early June weather
Cigarettes wrapped in that Spanish confetti
High school we're drunk and it's three in the morning
Flowers in boxes I can't get enough of it
Writer/s: Talk, Tired Thanatoid
