I'd rather get drunk from the poison ink water running down your cheeks,
than push you down, feet first, into the ground beneath me, into that parallel eternity
Jul 26, 2016
Jul 26, 2016 at 12:47 AM UTC
I'd rather get drunk from the poison ink water running down your cheeks,
than push you down, feet first, into the ground beneath me, into that parallel eternity
about not being able to let go of the wrong person
