Between the feeling and the noise
I’ve found all but simple pleasures
trickling down in a puddle of bedlam
We wet our feet in yesterdays feelings mistakes
making promises for a better tomorrow.
It’s a shame we’re all bad liars.
M.
Between the feeling and the noise
I’ve found all but simple pleasures
trickling down in a puddle of bedlam
We wet our feet in yesterdays feelings mistakes
making promises for a better tomorrow.
It’s a shame we’re all bad liars.
M.
Say anything.