I took our love to the bank, deposited it into a safe. The economy of our love is stagnant and blank, much like the look on your face.
The maintenance fees are high, they come with stress and quarrel; no goodbyes after a call. I am love's employee, both sore and sigh, I might go bald, and gladly; if our love might survive.
I took our love to the bank, and left it there. My father was frank but no doubt sincere, when he warned me: "Do prepare for the rainy days."
Feb 6, 2021
Feb 6, 2021 at 3:53 PM UTC
I took our love to the bank, deposited it into a safe. The economy of our love is stagnant and blank, much like the look on your face.
The maintenance fees are high, they come with stress and quarrel; no goodbyes after a call. I am love's employee, both sore and sigh, I might go bald, and gladly; if our love might survive.
I took our love to the bank, and left it there. My father was frank but no doubt sincere, when he warned me: "Do prepare for the rainy days."