My last guilt-themed solicitation Delivered slowly in hesitation, It could not soothe me, could not seduce me Into repainting these strokes so loosely. How I remember my ex-blue t-shirt. Where the hole in it fell...
Plain-dressed, wilting and wired, You were the picture of health.
Wine glass drowning, postponed narration Make every new drag no mere frustration. I fell in debt to those country crooners Mourning lost love like Spanish funerals. Dye the grey hair you grew in secret To a root-colored shell.
Frozen mid-sentenced smile, You were the picture of health. No prognosis implied You were the picture of health. Plain-dressed, wilting and wired, You were the picture of health.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
