Jun 2013
Someone spin words with me
At three in the morning,
Lace them up in a promise of delicious sickness
Tying up my my mind
So just for tonight
I don't taste of demons and dead trees.
At three in the morning,
Lace them up in a promise of delicious sickness
Tying up my my mind
So just for tonight
I don't taste of demons and dead trees.
