thanks to the Trigger.
Sometimes I wish you were never good to me,
My lips and throat are stained with you permanently.
The frost covers the ground and keeps it sparkling.
Oh but underneath,
it’s dead like me.
With no way to leave.
Like a bird
faced with the winter,
and no way to leave.
My lips and throat are stained with you permanently.
The frost covers the ground and keeps it sparkling.
Oh but underneath,
it’s dead like me.
With no way to leave.
Like a bird
faced with the winter,
and no way to leave.