all washed down with some stirring liquid to make life a little easier.
the typical desperado weighing up his sins against the goodness he feels in his heart,
I am constantly constructing and demolishing my kismet like a fateful monster.
more than a pile of photos, more than songs or inside jokes,
the idiosyncrasies kill me with how incredible they can be.
the typical desperado weighing up his sins against the goodness he feels in his heart,
I am constantly constructing and demolishing my kismet like a fateful monster.
more than a pile of photos, more than songs or inside jokes,
the idiosyncrasies kill me with how incredible they can be.