And girl, it looks so pretty to me, like it always did.
Like the Spanish city to me, when we were kids.
No gold glory, or even silver slickness.
These words fight their way over a craggy, festering, foil-lined mouth.
Theme by Monique Tendencia
And girl, it looks so pretty to me, like it always did.
Like the Spanish city to me, when we were kids.
No gold glory, or even silver slickness.
These words fight their way over a craggy, festering, foil-lined mouth.
Theme by Monique Tendencia
