I’d **** the marrow straight from you
And pull myself through your roots
Id wish you luck along the way
yet all i feel is jealousy skipping through my ridges; repeating like a record.
Guess I’m not quite ready to feel the real sun you have felt.
My sunlight has all been artificial and dull with the lack words we exchanged while we sat and made small talk about all the places I haven’t been.
Apr 7, 2013
Apr 7, 2013 at 1:00 AM UTC
I’d **** the marrow straight from you
And pull myself through your roots
Id wish you luck along the way
yet all i feel is jealousy skipping through my ridges; repeating like a record.
Guess I’m not quite ready to feel the real sun you have felt.
My sunlight has all been artificial and dull with the lack words we exchanged while we sat and made small talk about all the places I haven’t been.
