you breathe through my veins
"how did you manage to find me?"
"luck and love."
...
it seems our days are measured by cigarettes and train rides. the journey back is getting longer and every drag is a strike against the walls of the prison cell.
i'll be home soon but it is not much of a home without you.
"luck and love."
...
it seems our days are measured by cigarettes and train rides. the journey back is getting longer and every drag is a strike against the walls of the prison cell.
i'll be home soon but it is not much of a home without you.