There's some you just never get over. When I think she's gone, she comes creeping back into my mind, quietly.
I no longer burn, but there's a lingering sadness; not maudlin, just a gentle lick of blue flame along the charred remains of the fire.
Shit.
Crazy how old songs can do that to you.
But then, maybe part of me still wants to roll in it.
I no longer burn, but there's a lingering sadness; not maudlin, just a gentle lick of blue flame along the charred remains of the fire.
Shit.
Crazy how old songs can do that to you.
But then, maybe part of me still wants to roll in it.
Must move to a warmer climate.