(no subject)
tWice in a row the market fled itself
it borrowed its time and left you working
carry me another pallete
i couldve been the muse in the story
but its shaded by the glories of being one type
the eclectic commons in the dirt filled piles
with your smiles to pass the time with
it borrowed its time and left you working
carry me another pallete
i couldve been the muse in the story
but its shaded by the glories of being one type
the eclectic commons in the dirt filled piles
with your smiles to pass the time with