Deep dark, in a jacket
I hold myself bare
Under the weather of misfortune, a tidy glare
I tell my life to give,
But on the token of love I find it harder to forgive
Black in the day, who knew of a saint
I praise the one who showed me
How to dress like I was late
Jun 28, 2017
Jun 28, 2017 at 7:30 PM UTC
Deep dark, in a jacket
I hold myself bare
Under the weather of misfortune, a tidy glare
I tell my life to give,
But on the token of love I find it harder to forgive
Black in the day, who knew of a saint
I praise the one who showed me
How to dress like I was late
