Yeah its like this again…

Another night where NO ONE can possibly understand. Well they could.. but no one wants to.

I hate feeling this way.. a lot.

If you understood this… just say something…

“Well I met you at the blood bankWe were looking at the bags
Wondering if any of the colorsMatched any of the names we knew on the tags
You said see look it that's yoursStacked on top with your brothers
See how they resemble one anothers?Even in their plastic little covers
And I said I know it wellThat secret that you know
That you don't know how to tellit f--ks with your honorAnd it teases your head
But you know that its good girlCause its running you with red.

That secret that we knowThat we don't know how to tell
I'm in love with your honorI'm in love with your cheeks
what's that noise up the stairs baby?Is that Christmas morning?
And I know it well (8x)

 

 

Horrible Horrible Day.

I just need a hand to get up this time…