The Last Goodbye
I can’t seem to shake off winter,
Not the snow from my shoulders or the real goodbye I ever wrote
Please I Have Food In My Refrigerator Older Than You Are
Get Over Yourself!
She´s Beautifully Broken-
You Fell For The Dirt Trapped In The City´s Tongue,
For The Bloodlust Of Headlights And The Chase Of Bodies That Were Never Yours