Aug 2019
Lungs filling up
With blackened dust
Your heart is a crutch
For your hopeless
Romantic lust
And that's all
That you really are
A hopeless mess
Of honeydew scent
Matching stripes and scars
With blackened dust
Your heart is a crutch
For your hopeless
Romantic lust
And that's all
That you really are
A hopeless mess
Of honeydew scent
Matching stripes and scars
Is this named after a song? Yes. Will I ever stop doing that? Absolutely not.
