just an ordinary day lost in a world of heroines tangled in dysfunction, improbable heros with terrible hair && a taste for the criminal.. or maybe the insane
limits I couldn't paint you a picture.. so I wrote you this song..
face the evening && it's time to face the evening with a little bravery and some strength..
kicked down #life has a way of picking you up so high that you feel as if playing you're hopscotch in heaven one moment && the next you're caught in a whirlwind of fire && brimstone.
baby it's cold.. the sheets were frigid as I climbed into bed. your voice haunting.. every word you said. here I lie in the lonely dark. hoping one day our love will spark.
