a million seasons
could pass
and for the last mass on a very special sunday in the fall
for just a few seconds
if you listen carefully down the halls
the white and black keys press firmly on the grand piano in the center of us all
as you slowly sip the gin'
you begin to obviously grin
a smirk a smile short about a mile to thiin
i breathe your scent
masked under **** and cigarette buds
your the one my hearts requesting
forwarded with a can i have my turn again
life doesnt care
-
Unfortunettly theres no return policy.
Dec 13, 2010
Dec 13, 2010 at 11:18 PM UTC
a million seasons
could pass
and for the last mass on a very special sunday in the fall
for just a few seconds
if you listen carefully down the halls
the white and black keys press firmly on the grand piano in the center of us all
as you slowly sip the gin'
you begin to obviously grin
a smirk a smile short about a mile to thiin
i breathe your scent
masked under **** and cigarette buds
your the one my hearts requesting
forwarded with a can i have my turn again
life doesnt care
-
Unfortunettly theres no return policy.
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