"He was the sun He was the moon He unraped into be choosed Dig to your jars, Trough out what's his Picture a fix He was a picture At the pile Light a match watch it burn a while Fill it with alcool And drink from the bottle Oh pobrecita Tragic Little Teacup Did he go and shout at you again But the way that you're crying is more like a lion In little rooms before she seeks revenge..."
Bishop Allen - The Lion and The Teacup
Ouvido hoje, no meu leitor de mp3, muito alto... não sei porque, mas estou em crer que esta musica é mesmo a minha cara! hahahahahahahah
Mensagens
Sem comentários:
Enviar um comentário