Jun 2017
"Pretty, pretty boy
Why did you catch my heart,
rolled and smoked it;
leaving it to bits of ashes.
Only for your cool friends
to talk over a cold bottle
or two;
How there wasn't a me and you?"
She sang in her lonely kitchen
on a quiet Sunday night.
-m.b
Why did you catch my heart,
rolled and smoked it;
leaving it to bits of ashes.
Only for your cool friends
to talk over a cold bottle
or two;
How there wasn't a me and you?"
She sang in her lonely kitchen
on a quiet Sunday night.
-m.b
