hard up, it’s frequently
iniquitous
some promises I made
to a stranger: I prayed
that nothing could happen to me anymore
and look: it doesn’t!
the days just pass by
’til I can’t remember my name
hard up, it’s frequently
iniquitous
some promises I made
to a stranger: I prayed
that nothing could happen to me anymore
and look: it doesn’t!
the days just pass by
’til I can’t remember my name
Logan Bright — Works 