in melancholy mends
Monday, January 4th, 2010If you live inside the old graveyard
your skin and bones get kinda hard
you blame it on all of the ones who left you
If you’re in the closet with a broom
why don’t you sweep around the room
make little piles of all the things you don’t understand
But it’s in the mouth it’s in the blood
it’s sweet the [...]