Dreams you want to sell me.
Drop out of your mannequin mouth like ash, crushed on the floor.
I’d show you fear in a handful of dust
but you could never fear empty words.
Jul 11, 2019
Jul 11, 2019 at 6:16 PM UTC
Dreams you want to sell me.
Drop out of your mannequin mouth like ash, crushed on the floor.
I’d show you fear in a handful of dust
but you could never fear empty words.