I died in a car crash two days ago. Was unrecognizable. When they pulled me from the gears. No one's fault, no one's bottle. No one's teenage pride or throttle. Our innocence is all the worse for
Hey love. Is that the name you're meant to have. For me to call. Look love. They've given up believing. They've turned aside our stories of the gentle fall. But don't you believe them. Don't you drink
Bài hát Pontchartrain - Vienna Teng. Sunday. Dark water draining north, the heat. Swells and bursts like plague. Sunday. Ever-so-faint slow tambourine. Glides onward toward the grave. Who drew