mostly i sleep it off it's easier in the morning drunken pathetic pleas
to shrug off the evening's 'cause the night's tragic rambling is the next day's apologies so if you can sit tight
'till the sun hits the blinds we can settle everything, oh no. turning on a dime i just can't trust my instincts
one day my heart beats with passion the next it waxes back
if i seem a little callused i assure you it's just a scratch so if you can hold on 'till the mood swings are gone oh no.
then we might just have a chance, baby, i quit i just can't fake it anymore disfunctional fucki'm an indulgent selfish, abusive i needed to be rescued i'm stranded on myself and i can't escape from this island i made i'm afraid i never will,
oh no.
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