Every time it feels like the evening
Upwind of cigarette smoke
I become aware of the holes in my shoes
And the holes in my eyes
And the holes in my logic
And the holes in me.
Aug 6, 2017
Aug 6, 2017 at 12:22 PM UTC
Every time it feels like the evening
Upwind of cigarette smoke
I become aware of the holes in my shoes
And the holes in my eyes
And the holes in my logic
And the holes in me.
