She’s all sawdust inside,
spark a match and she burns
for days
and says,
This last longer than our love
our love burns out
and we’re left praying to the blues and whites
our salvation in these fickle flames.
Jan 27, 2017
Jan 27, 2017 at 4:32 PM UTC
She’s all sawdust inside,
spark a match and she burns
for days
and says,
This last longer than our love
our love burns out
and we’re left praying to the blues and whites
our salvation in these fickle flames.
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