May 2015
I understand it was forth of July,
Sipping whiskey watching the world fly by
But you didn't have to disappear
Like the colors at the end of the pier
-e.k. fm
Sipping whiskey watching the world fly by
But you didn't have to disappear
Like the colors at the end of the pier
-e.k. fm
misunderstood lyric quicksand by the story so far turned into a poem
