I know that you'll always be there for me, just like the theme song said on national t.v. Will we all live together when we grow up? I guess we're already old enough
cuz it's weird when your parents start actin' like your pals, and it's weird when your dad is asking for your help.
I imagine the gracious, benevolent ritual of Death. Grave and porcelain, with baby blue lips and pale pink eyes, descending toward me. Her glowing hands cradled at my head and knees submerging me into waves of icy seas.
I imagine the gracious, benevolent ritual of Death. Grave and porcelain, with baby blue lips and pale pink eyes, descending toward me. Her glowing hands cradled at my head and knees submerging me into waves of icy seas.