The back of my throat tastes like you.
But the older you.
The “suburbs of Baltimore that I never bothered to learn” you.
The “back when we were happy” you.
I still can’t place your flavor.
Is it the gin?
Or the honey?
Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 9:17 PM UTC
The back of my throat tastes like you.
But the older you.
The “suburbs of Baltimore that I never bothered to learn” you.
The “back when we were happy” you.
I still can’t place your flavor.
Is it the gin?
Or the honey?
