July 29, 2014:
Seven kindsa restless, more than slightly dehydrated.
What paths to heaven? When all roads are already taken.
She says: Meet me in the morning, meet me in the middle of the night. I say: Don't it makeya wanna kinda feel all right?
Seven kindsa restless, more than slightly dehydrated.
What paths to heaven? When all roads are already taken.
She says: Meet me in the morning, meet me in the middle of the night. I say: Don't it makeya wanna kinda feel all right?