I can hardly bear the sight of lipstickOn the cigarettes there in the ashtrayLyin' cold the way you left themAt least your lips caressed them while you packedAnd a lip print on a half-filled cup of coffeeThat you poured and didn't drinkBut at least you thought you wanted itThat's so much more than I can say for me
George Jones - A Good Year For The Roses
― The Thelonius Monk of nu-ki? (Dan Peterson), Monday, 22 December 2014 20:49 (nine years ago) link
I was raised by snakesI lie all the time
― Tuomas, Tuesday, 23 December 2014 16:26 (nine years ago) link