closet filled to the brim with miserabilia, i often count how many steps we are apart flip over in bed, and smell you in my pillows i see a bull running in the fields and i'm scared
waking up 900 miles away from home expecting to see you floating face down in the okanogan river i was scared my rock would sink, and it did
and you did
if you died i wouldn't be light, but i wouldn't be heavy anymore happy anniversaryTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
