ice cubes
grey skies paint this picture and the baby is now awake.
don't mind me, while i dance in the living room.
stars are out to play tonight.
the moon will be gone by tomorrow,
so please start your praying.
I love the way the grass feels between my thighs.
I don't want you to die, I don't want to die.
pretend my voice is an ocean and you are a fish.
No comments:
Post a Comment