This is the way I see it. Youre only here for a short time. Will of windshields for when youre away, despite disconnections and digits and dimes. Not much going on , so be it, So pull songs from last years favorite bars. You can play it on Avenue Eight, with adolescent tears that stain parents new cars. Pro-fain fame and phantom pains, disappear with rain down city drains, but like Indian summers that hold on to their suns. Only the best days remain. One month short of a brand new spring. Just lay back and let gravity do its thing, Those were the days, youve teased. None will stand up to these. youtu.be/o0rRMNb2vNE…
Posted on: Thu, 08 Jan 2015 07:25:13 +0000
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