Place This Call
It’s a drunken late night call I want to say something, hear your voice I get the machine I don’t like its tone I say…
It’s a drunken late night call I want to say something, hear your voice I get the machine I don’t like its tone I say…
Spit out and gurgling into waiting hands. Born of violence and love, contradiction is forever a part of the soul. That childhood picture of me…