eldritch-elegy: I was weaving with the drunksSinging Sinatra loudI let go of loveOnce it finally had
eldritch-elegy:I was weaving with the drunksSinging Sinatra loudI let go of loveOnce it finally had me figured out I was buried like treasureBut no one ever came to mark the spotSo I got good at pleasure andStarted tying tighter knotsSad can’t catch meOr call me baby nowWhen it’s all I used to believeIf the sun don’t lightAnd the night won’t turnWe’ll get a room at the end of the worldAnd we’ll rewriteAll the wrongs we’ve learnedSafe in our room at the end of the worldOne heart is never enough alone -- source link
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