|i have exactly eight hundred and eighty-eight deviations in storage.|
Track 03I'm flipping my hair andTrack 03 by RedEarthofTerra
layering on my makeup and
freaked the fuck out
see through it all.
What we have
cannot be described
by the tender phrase
"What we have."
We're a little more pragmatic.
And I hate/love it.
will invoke the tangled thoughts
I have been playing
like a broken record
But the last thing I expected was that
the track would end
Just a PhaseI try to coax my tears outJust a Phase by RedEarthofTerra
as I lay down on my bed,
but as my head rests on the pillow,
sleep comes to my eyes instead.
And the quickening pace of my breath tells me
I've done this way too many times
And the balled-up papers tell me
That I'm running out of rhymes.
And I try to get a grip
from a hand that is not there.
I want to know how to believe
that this is just