Ames Curve (The)
Song For A Tree Frog Cut Down In It's Prime
We traveled the world together, or at least this time-zone, knocking each
other down all along the way. Rolling around in the grass your thumb gouged
into my cheek, remember hide and seek under the porch when Sean threw glass at your head, there was blood every where. Blood, man, blood. Blood, man, blood. Blood. My mom always said that you never had it easy, no question that is true. But you make only terrible decisions and friends with drunken reprobates. Mike put down the pipe, and pick up the pieces of your life. I mean this in the nicest way possible, and not that it doesn't apply to me, learn some self control.
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