It rained all year here
In this little nowhere
Where we gorged ourselves
On instant gratification
you called me lovely
And I called you a liar
Because my soul was too bitter
And you could not get inside
I could say that I’m sorry
But you’d call me hypocrite
Calling a bluff that
In apathy lay
Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 2:55 PM UTC
It rained all year here
In this little nowhere
Where we gorged ourselves
On instant gratification
you called me lovely
And I called you a liar
Because my soul was too bitter
And you could not get inside
I could say that I’m sorry
But you’d call me hypocrite
Calling a bluff that
In apathy lay
