I’m sinking, come save me poor Eliza my paths hid my visions all black hole and quivering it is what it is what it is
I curse thee, for placing these dark days upon me for setting my blood as your dowry it is what it is what it is
well my wife, is older and has no intentions is mindfully out in the garden out with the haze softly darkening and painting it all light and liquid the shadows all cirrus and cursive all washing out in the distance all washing out in the distance
well me and, me and my flat footed daydream we hold it together so simply are sovereign and known to be sleeping because we have been saving our birthdays from heart break and winter in swift chase from heart break and winter in swift chase from heart break and winter in swift chase