Id sooner have your hands realigned with the bruises upon my neck
Than dare to repeat the times you softly whispered into my ear the promises
That in comparison
Made your discarded bottles suddenly seem a lot less empty
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 2:43 AM UTC
Id sooner have your hands realigned with the bruises upon my neck
Than dare to repeat the times you softly whispered into my ear the promises
That in comparison
Made your discarded bottles suddenly seem a lot less empty
