We live for the weekends were you scrounge yourself tablecloths sheets and shelves smooth pavement for the ghost of a heavy load we run for the sake of health and we waited for a knock on the wall but what I got was the ringing of a bell
But our prose was true and my eyesight mistreated
Colored in thought my eyelids retreated
Fall back to the fall
I miss what I saw
In come sun and a world on que
Dinosaurs died to make room for something as magnifecent as you
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 1:51 AM UTC
We live for the weekends were you scrounge yourself tablecloths sheets and shelves smooth pavement for the ghost of a heavy load we run for the sake of health and we waited for a knock on the wall but what I got was the ringing of a bell
But our prose was true and my eyesight mistreated
Colored in thought my eyelids retreated
Fall back to the fall
I miss what I saw
In come sun and a world on que
Dinosaurs died to make room for something as magnifecent as you
