“ it was the summer of ‘95, in the backyard, shaving the old plies. feeling so strong, something went wrong. straight into my finger, what a stinger, it was so long. I still remember that day, the day that I said that I swear, “I’ll never hurt myself again,” but it seems that I’m deemed to be wrong, to be wrong. so I’ve got to keep holding on (they always play a slow song!)
streetlight manifesto. or maybe catch 22. difference?
6 months ago
