ready for this. Another night well spent on a hit or miss. My calloused sides are turning blue. Hold close to me as I lean to you. A subtle wink and a
If I were to shine a light so bright, would you grace a smile and then trace the line? Leading the way back to a heart. A scrapbook collection where you've left your mark. A
. This is how we work our knuckles to the bone. Rest your head tonight. Sleep tonight. This is how we work our knuckles to the bone. So take a skeptic
And for the thoughts we failed to mention and for each word that found us best. For the heart that beats for you, resounding loud and through my chest
said to me, if not for closure's sake. So silence quenched in black and white is all that's left to trace. The dim lit light is a quiet drive, attached
In this culture I am just the meat for vultures To pick until my beauty shows For your glossy covers and in classy circles smother Have I nothing more
In this culture I am just the meat for vultures to pick Until my beauty shows for your glossy covers And in classy circles smother Have I nothing more
