id love to swerve off and blame it on the fog, but ive been talking on these roads too much lately. theyd spill all my secrets. this city won’t let me go. im sure theyd lock me up somewhere if anyone saw me at 23 sneaking into cemetaries. 09/02/04
my dream b stage:
the ghost of you
the ghost of you
the ghost of you
honey, this mirror isn't bug enough for the two of us
the ghost of you
s/c/a/r/e/c/r/o/w
the ghost of you
the ghost of you
the ghost of you
the ghost of you
cant even do public executions by audience vote and set a guy on fire and birth a ventriloquist dummy and get kidnapped and stabbed and blown up by a suicide bomber dressed as a clown anymore because of woke