Made With Paper

Made With Paper

On a lark
On the whim
I said there’s two kinds of men in this world and you’re neither of them

And his fist
Cut the smoke
I had an eighth of a second to wonder if he got the joke

And in the car
Headed home
She asked if I had considered the prospect of living alone

With a stake
Held to my eye
I had to summon the confidence needed to hear her goodbye
And another brief chapter without any answers blew by

And the songs that she sang in the shower
Are stuck in my head
Like Bring Out The Dead

(Source: Spotify)

Made With Paper

Made With Paper

Made With Paper

Made With Paper

Made With Paper

Made With Paper

Made With Paper

Made With Paper

sigh… RIP.

(Source: Spotify)

Made With Paper

Made With Paper

Made With Paper

Made With Paper

Made With Paper

Made With Paper