the paddle is broken the punishment is served in full...
thoughts pass by like a river flow must be hard...
now that we’re one now softly whispers saving grace 6:19...
false pretense a lack of resonance a derisive sentiment and...
I am the water I am waves crashing on to...
the moon is down and heaven is waiting for us...
your hands didn't move well neither did mine New Years...
if you insist on pictures of shorelines then i insist...
spent too many hours holding up walls standing in corners...
you’d trade our starving eyes for a tar and feathered...