Nov 2016
Liquid ladders melt beneath every step.
I'll hold it in place so it doesn't shift.
Two levels up and three looks back,
at some point we lost our grip.
I'll hold it in place so it doesn't shift.
Two levels up and three looks back,
at some point we lost our grip.
A new chapter in an old book,
flipped to a page beyond Happily Ever After.
I'd rather heat it up to 451°
I'm sick of the same old stories.
flipped to a page beyond Happily Ever After.
I'd rather heat it up to 451°
I'm sick of the same old stories.
