Have you ever seen a dead man, unzipped out of his bag, lying in an inch of chemical reserve, mouth froze open wide? Aged 22, I was unprepared, sheltered life or not. It’s like I’d love you less now you’re just flesh and bone, but it’s not true.
Engine screams, 90 miles an hour, in the cold rain in February. Engine screams, 90 miles an hour, in the cold rain in February.
Have you ever chosen shoes and socks to match? Or a jacket with a tie? Favorite pastimes, hobbies, all the things that he believed. Oh, a man that you loved more than he knows but never even told him. It’s like I’d love you less now you’re just flesh and bone, but it’s not true
Engine screams, 90 miles an hour, in the cold rain in February. Engine screams, 90 miles an hour, in the cold rain in February. Oh, engine screams, 90 miles an hour, in the cold rain in February.
Engine screams, 90 miles an hour, in the cold rain in February. Engine screams, 90 miles an hour, in the cold rain in February. Oh, engine screams, 100 miles an hour, in the cold rain in February. Engine screams, 90 miles an hour, in the cold rain in February.