[Pressing his face hard into his open palms.]
... oh my god... so fucking good...
[Pressing his face hard into his open palms.]
... oh my god... so fucking good...
That runs through my hands
And you’re flowing away with the waves
To alley the pain you can’t stand any more
Within your thoughts
There is no room for another game
To pretend and to act like whoever expects
There’s nothing left to respect
That runs through my hands
And you’re flowing away with the waves
To alley the pain you can’t stand any more
Within your thoughts
There is no room for another game
To pretend and to act like whoever expects
There’s nothing left to respect
Suppose I can't completely verify if it's from him, but I'm sure it is.
Suppose I can't completely verify if it's from him, but I'm sure it is.
[They contain weed, yes. Ooey gooey squares of molten orgasmo.]
[They contain weed, yes. Ooey gooey squares of molten orgasmo.]