Oct 2015
I must re-mind myself
I've this lousy concept
Of time
Will this tear ever feel
Like yesterday's paper
Will her face shoot me
Forward through space
Like wormholes
Getting us
Where we need to be
I've this lousy concept
Of time
Will this tear ever feel
Like yesterday's paper
Will her face shoot me
Forward through space
Like wormholes
Getting us
Where we need to be
