The river’s edge
Cutthroats and you
Nails on backbone
It’s nearly two
Eyelashes bristle
I’m spilling my wine
The pathway’s black
I’m wasting my time
You said you’d be good
You called me away
You said that I should
Stop feeling this way
As the river spins gold
My stomach is turning
As my fingers grow cold
The horizon is burning
Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 10:07 PM UTC
The river’s edge
Cutthroats and you
Nails on backbone
It’s nearly two
Eyelashes bristle
I’m spilling my wine
The pathway’s black
I’m wasting my time
You said you’d be good
You called me away
You said that I should
Stop feeling this way
As the river spins gold
My stomach is turning
As my fingers grow cold
The horizon is burning
