The cold can kill us before fumes.
Now is the right time for a good song.
Get something to say what can't.
Do you feel bad, like i feel bad?
Pour us a road . . .
. . .
Give me everything you've got now.
I don't feel a single thing.
Drag me out into the cold rain.
Let it hover over me . . .
. . . let it fill me up let it freeze let it break
something has got to give
1 comment:
I did feel bad. I missed you terribly. I love sitting in the car with you, with no where in particular hurry or with any destination in mind.
I love you.
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