Oh here you are, face to face in this trashy bar . Another glass and I'm going places. Makes me laugh, about the irony of everything . I like the way you're thinking. I don't really care about music o
There are stains on your photo. Little cracks on your rusty frame. Stuck in the muddle. But it's okay. I don't have the pieces of your home. Buried in the flashbacks. But all these wicked nightmares h
