▲ 0 ▼ November 7, 2016 at 12:26 pm Shane says: floating carelessness, saturating loneliness, over here.
He hid a ring in one.
He asked for a bangin’ party…
Crowded in here but very comfortable.
She wished she had a pin.
He has drained all my colors.
I am one of you, dear balloons.
It’s not a party withou you.
floating carelessness, saturating loneliness, over here.
We used to dance like that.
All she inflated was plainly useless