Why did l ever mend my clothes with fine stitches
My unpatched shirt spoke with its buttons untucked
My life it held with its warmth over my body against the night
And my eyes could barely see a blue sunshine, was it me ?
Jan 20, 2022
Jan 20, 2022 at 1:32 AM UTC
Why did l ever mend my clothes with fine stitches
My unpatched shirt spoke with its buttons untucked
My life it held with its warmth over my body against the night
And my eyes could barely see a blue sunshine, was it me ?
