She has the nerve to leave me stranded. Planned it. Prove it. Move with me.
We have to bury every body. Hotel. Lobby. Close to 3.
I could have made it home alone. I should have hung up the phone. I could have made it home alone.
Could have been a savior. But gods don't settle down. The problem with impatience, it doesn't make a sound.
She has the nerve to leave me plastered. Social. Stature. Disaster me.
Was a burning body. Hotel. Lobby. Close to 3.
I could have made it home alone. I should have hung up the phone. I could have made it home alone.
Could have been a savior. But gods don't settle down. The problem with impatience, it doesn't make a sound.
Sell it. Sell it.
Structures falling down. Sucked into the underground. No one knows the life we've found.
Tempted. Warranting. All this senseless shit that seems to stick to me. Let's spread the seed.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
