Jul 27, 2010 00:37
Asked to stay around
Her broken balloons
Were the color of a widow's teeth
And my find means nothing to me now
Her broken balloons
Were the color of a widow's teeth
She went out back
To make a late arrest
But before she left I would never need medicine
Mixing what breaks with what doesn't
Made the land a wreck.
But before she left I would never need medicine.