I understand it was forth of July,
Sipping whiskey watching the world fly by
But you didn't have to disappear
Like the colors at the end of the pier
-e.k. fm
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 2:09 PM UTC
I understand it was forth of July,
Sipping whiskey watching the world fly by
But you didn't have to disappear
Like the colors at the end of the pier
-e.k. fm
misunderstood lyric quicksand by the story so far turned into a poem
