After four weeks reality does not sneak up on me as brutally.
It is still far too easy to fall apart.
A picture, a pair of shoes, a thought to share.
She’s not coming home.
Go Ask Mark, as heard around the office. Stumbling around in the dim light, trying to find the light switch. It's around here somewhere.
After four weeks reality does not sneak up on me as brutally.
It is still far too easy to fall apart.
A picture, a pair of shoes, a thought to share.
She’s not coming home.