Won't let it go it's creeping along a deep lack of all guilt and a fools sense of love you could say it's nothing you could claim there's no one to hide
This blue dot of sickly light that is daytime in your embarrassed town burns a hole in your fading yellow ribbon on your fading wine coloured cavalier
Look at me nothing bad is ever going to happen to you again although you are a solid pile of hate you're still pretty like a cake pulling out a bat at
You said, "I will build you a bed of cactus where you can sleep when the night is too sharp." I said, "I will cover you with wax and light you hair like
