Feb 2013
When I dream of you,
The air is heavy in my lungs
And the floor slides up
To meet my knees.
There is broken glass on the bed, but that’s
Alright,
I’m already bleeding.
The air is heavy in my lungs
And the floor slides up
To meet my knees.
There is broken glass on the bed, but that’s
Alright,
I’m already bleeding.
