Dec 2019
I think I found love,
With a knife and a gun.
They’re on the shelf,
With the books,
And my old self.
Waiting for a kiss,
A warm embrace,
Going on a date,
In the dark mist.
With a knife and a gun.
They’re on the shelf,
With the books,
And my old self.
Waiting for a kiss,
A warm embrace,
Going on a date,
In the dark mist.
