The Mary Onettes Follow

Everyone Here is Wrong
The Mary Getaway
I’m sure to find true love under angel wings,” assured and locked so tight I know she’s whispering. Alone and savoring life alone tonight she’s coming out into a world so wont of light. Her first time exposed to the games and bitter ends. Her last time to feel clean and in broken english she says, “I lost everything to one boy who says he was mine, he said he’d hold me forever.” Now she’s sitting on my floor and pulling out her hair to ease that she’s not sleeping again. But this cotton down it feels so much more like home and the memories creep in as she closes both her eyes. She’s coming out into the night for the first time, completely unprepared for the thousandth time. The first time that I saw those eyes was the first time that I came undone, oh mary look what you’ve done to me. I can’t forget this night; another left, another right. How did I ever get away, the door was locked the key unmade. Out for the last time life ends here, there is no next time gas is full; a vehicle that ends all fear.

Everyone Here is Wrong
The Mary Getaway