She wore crushed velvet. Jet black and to the floor. She rode on angels wings. That used to shine oh so bright. . Now the dark has caught the spark in her eyes and I.
Lets to try to remember these days back in December. Our lives were very different. I was lonely when we first met. A small upstairs apartment. Driving through the darkness before they even knew you were gone.
The medicine is blending in mixing the blood with oxygen. I needed this right now to figure myself out. Cutting through the ribbons of self doubt. I never thought you'd see me this way.