it's like the prospect was picture perfect with a house and a dog and greens that flourish pretty little combs running through her hair over callouses and tears sentimental snares pulling back on folds proceeding the floods and burns
Please what i need is collapse it was a moment of weakness but i won't take it back free a constricted reprise it was a dormancy veil that's killing our great rise
Silly ideas pounding my inner ear it was a repetition trance separating the future from there
Please what i need is collapse it was a moment of weakness but i won't take it back free a constricted reprise it was a dormancy veil that's killing our great rise