I used to pray for water,
Now I thirst for the wine
My father foraged in the mud—
The grapes don't fall from the vine
I want it all.
Everything's that's owed to me.
What goes around,
Comes around
At least that's how it's supposed to be.
Jun 12, 2022
Jun 12, 2022 at 10:52 PM UTC
I used to pray for water,
Now I thirst for the wine
My father foraged in the mud—
The grapes don't fall from the vine
I want it all.
Everything's that's owed to me.
What goes around,
Comes around
At least that's how it's supposed to be.
