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#1 2020-08-12 20:09:20

MargeryDow
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From: Poland, Chorzow
Registered: 2020-08-12
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I don’t speak anymore I don’t want to I hardly like you Not much to share   Yesterday I called my youth Newly strayed with shit to do Not enlightened but I like the view Killing my time by two-fold Greet a fate or grow old It happens anyways   So I guess that I’ll go home and just cry in bed Just like a can phone strings are attached Connecting me to everything And so I negotiate With trivial too fraught proclivities I wish that I had seen the whole thing coming   Against my will, I ran amidst A plastic field of late friendships It’s hard to articulate And if I had previewed the show I would have backed out long ago Life happens anyways   So I guess that I’ll go home and just cry in bed Just like a can phone strings are attached Connecting me to everything And so I negotiate With trivial too fraught proclivities I wish that I had seen the whole thing coming   I don’t speak anymore I don’t want to I hardly like you not much to share   This song is definitely my favorite song I’ve put out, I spent a long time trying to figure out how to stick with an idea when writing a new song and I feel like I’ve really nailed it with this one.
The song is about how life goes down and we’re all real and exist, and there’s nothing any of us can do about it.
The title comes from an old tea box that used to sit in my now dead grandmother’s house.
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