Feb 7
I'm asking genuinely now, not that I ever knew
to be true, it is hard though plain;
it is phone calls in the summer, on the cusp of rain
and glad to know you do not see my face, although
my voice gave me away within that hour (or two?)
to be true, it is hard though plain;
it is phone calls in the summer, on the cusp of rain
and glad to know you do not see my face, although
my voice gave me away within that hour (or two?)
I walk with others in me yearning to get out / Claw at my skin and gnash their teeth and shout / One of them wants only to be someone you'd admire / One would as soon just through you on the fire (fleet foxes)
