If we all departed as smoke
Here's the day you hoped would never come
Don’t feed me violence, just run with me
Through rows of speeding cars
The paper cuts, the cheating lovers
The coffee’s never strong enough
I know you think it’s more than just bad luck..
--IMOGEN HEAP*SPEEDING CARS*
2 comments:
:)
:P
:O
come on wheres the rest!
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