I am standing on street corners
And huddled in the shelter
Every other
Fourth night
When the weather
Just, the frigid weather
Turns my bones to ice
He won’t drink with me like this
He can’t think beyond his brains, his fists
Oct 6, 2022
Oct 6, 2022 at 12:46 AM UTC
I am standing on street corners
And huddled in the shelter
Every other
Fourth night
When the weather
Just, the frigid weather
Turns my bones to ice
He won’t drink with me like this
He can’t think beyond his brains, his fists
