Clean Equations

Hi Fi
it was this year or last yearwhen you were selling me outfor the next ridef-ing my pride your favorite scarf in front of your faceconcealing expressions that someday fadea cigarette bending loosely in your mouth our glasses fog as we're sealing the tombour favorite fault line on the floorDetroit can't split me from you Letras de cancionesenjoying 6 too many drinkstouching thighs that end too deeparching breathes as we stumble city streets now it's a tragedyall the lives we leadit's a tragedy you'd hope for now it's a tragedyall the lines we leaveit's a tragedy you'd hope for From Letras Mania