Jan 2021
in my imaginary past
he held me
with sharp elbows and bare knuckles
i am so comfortable
how will i survive
knowing you are in heaven
waiting for me to make a mistake
he held me
with sharp elbows and bare knuckles
i am so comfortable
how will i survive
knowing you are in heaven
waiting for me to make a mistake
(Philadelphia)
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