Apr 2011
one day
I'll be in heaven
looking down past my feet,
through the glass ceiling
and when I see you
I'll fog it up with my breath
and write you a message
saying
"wish you were here"
I'll be in heaven
looking down past my feet,
through the glass ceiling
and when I see you
I'll fog it up with my breath
and write you a message
saying
"wish you were here"
1/3/2011- From A Silent Cryptic Basement
