Baby Britain feels the best
Floating over a sea of vodka
Separated
Pound my knuckles hard against the floor. My head against
I'm trying to create something that's not there.
A spark
My friend,
You're always the last one to leave those dimly
Butter on a summer day
When she's around
I was on the
It's getting cold.
Thought it was too soon to tell
Tony, your life's not over,
But you've given up all you
This isn't who I am.
From confidence to self doubt,
When winter falls next year,
I’ll be holding on to
