David F. Bello
David F. Bello
David F. Bello
David F. Bello
David F. Bello
David F. Bello
David F. Bello
David F. Bello
David F. Bello
David F. Bello
David F. Bello
David F. Bello
David F. Bello
David F. Bello
David F. Bello
David F. Bello
This late at night, it's hard to tell what's real and what's not
I need to sleep with our seatbelts fucking
The trees are people watching, jerking off
To our faces and our parts
You're barely twenty, your father's a cop
He has some guns and if you turn their safeties off
I know which one your room is
Should I knock? Should I knock?
In the home of burning couches and five bucks a cup
I'll use The Facebook to look you up
I can sneak in past the trees
I can sneak in
Through the deck
Collection was written by David F. Bello.