The form of decay that's left behind is the rotting kind that you never cut out In its pulp, it has your moniker etched into the surface This doesn't surprise me because you never went below Flirting with the disaster in my eyes, but never getting to know what makes me whole
Hurricane Lucy
Hurricane Lucy
Hurricane Lucy
The form of decay that's left behind is the rotting kind that you never cut out In its pulp, it has your moniker etched into the surface This doesn't surprise me because you never went below Flirting with the disaster in my eyes, but never getting to know what makes me whole