I grieve in stereo, the
stereo sounds strange.
I know that if you hide
It doesn't go away.
If you get out of
bed, and fine me standing all alone
Open eyed burn the page
My little dark age.
stereo sounds strange.
I know that if you hide
It doesn't go away.
If you get out of
bed, and fine me standing all alone
Open eyed burn the page
My little dark age.