Tombolo
Shoulders
Desk in the back ofThe truck we rentedAgainst the couch thereFortunatelyToo bad you quit youCould use one of theseThese cigarettesGuess it's just meReal goodbyeMy shoulders are darkPermanentlyDisfigured moldAugustine's markWe leapt over a ditchWho knew we'd make itAcross the lineLeft for the bitchReal goodbyeFinallyFive days or 22 yearsThis place meant I would die (I'm gone, blink of an eye)
From Letras Mania