Jul 4
How would one know?
Where would one go?
On a ledge
That keeps on getting thinner
You breathe down my neck
You talk only of death
I shake you off
And then
Go to where
The air gets
Skinnier.
Where would one go?
On a ledge
That keeps on getting thinner
You breathe down my neck
You talk only of death
I shake you off
And then
Go to where
The air gets
Skinnier.
