I miss the feeling of your misery
Looking through the screen at the glamour of life from the 60s through to today.
Existential questions at the border of a bridge.
He gives me pretty green buds instead of roses; me and his friends, no top, in a foreign
I want to see where you are, but you switch it to an audio call.
I don’t want to take another step, now I know what is like to levitate
Looking through the screen at the glamour of life from the 60s through to today.
Existential questions at the border of a bridge.
He gives me pretty green buds instead of roses; me and his friends, no top, in a foreign
I want to see where you are, but you switch it to an audio call.
I don’t want to take another step, now I know what is like to levitate