Making up words
with your tongue
hanging out of my skull
we’re just tall piles
of sand
waiting to be kicked
to the ground
A little too open
a little too small
Creeping into my world
leaving a mark
Making up words
with your tongue
hanging out of my skull
we’re just tall piles
of sand
waiting to be kicked
to the ground
A little too open
a little too small
Creeping into my world
leaving a mark