With your slight of airs and graces,
You have betrayed my untidy heart,
Twisted out a retching sob,
And left a metallic taste in my mouth.
Mar 7, 2011
Mar 7, 2011 at 4:02 AM UTC
With your slight of airs and graces,
You have betrayed my untidy heart,
Twisted out a retching sob,
And left a metallic taste in my mouth.
Everything tastes like Russian roulette.