Apr 2015
You're the itch on my back,
that I can't ever scratch,
Belistic bohemian,
The headache,
That never parts ways with my aching brain,
Please just butter me up,
& tell me I'm alright,
You crack in the side walk,
You glass in the sand,
Hold me tightly never let go of my hand.
that I can't ever scratch,
Belistic bohemian,
The headache,
That never parts ways with my aching brain,
Please just butter me up,
& tell me I'm alright,
You crack in the side walk,
You glass in the sand,
Hold me tightly never let go of my hand.
I kind of hate what I write as of late, everything's screwy & ametuer. I hate it, I hate it...
