in the absence of snow everything that wouldnt grow releases colors that can be found from brooklyn to the pudget sound
i’m stating the obvious i know down in the gutter life can show you a thing or two about love pissing on you from above
your naked memory sits on the floor i just dont bother clothing you any more one by one past lovers walk into my room all of them with various perfumes
snow kept falling anyways the worst in history they say or maybe they lied to make that true fact or fiction is up to you