Living young, wild and free.
Dodano: 10 MAJA 2013
10/05
10/05
Bushmills for a band-aid, the sweet taste of blood
Then I might actually feel something if I dont cover it up
Watch their faces, familiar places
Even if they havent left the vinyl booth that they stayed in
The motel next door, a sign that reads vacant
And a truth thats so strong Id be a fool not to chase it
But yea, Im a fool and I stay here
Hope these problems bail themselves, I die in wait here
One more, four more, fuck it a night cap
Underneath this fragile frame.
* Tyle wygrać!
