Oct 2017
I could listen to you talk
From midnight to morning rush hour
I would watch the headlights pile up on the 101
And the sun climb up the horizon
To the hum of your voice
From midnight to morning rush hour
I would watch the headlights pile up on the 101
And the sun climb up the horizon
To the hum of your voice
Hearing someone else say it feels nice, but it kicks in some confirmation bias I think. I shouldn't be kindling this.
October, 2017
October, 2017
