Jan 2010
I ripped you to shreds
and hid you in my drawer
(but you were real tonight.)
I miss the taste of cigarettes
with idle chatter
ending in a snowball fight
with smiling faces
(and dripping noses.)
and hid you in my drawer
(but you were real tonight.)
I miss the taste of cigarettes
with idle chatter
ending in a snowball fight
with smiling faces
(and dripping noses.)
