I've been seeing lonely people in crowded rooms. Covering their old heartbreaks with new tattoos. It's all about smoke screens and cigarettes. Looking through low lights at silhouettes. But all I see.
Call it love and devotion. Call it a mom's adoration (foundation). A special bond of creation, hah. For all the single moms out there, going through frustration. Clean Bandit, Sean-da-Paul, Anne