And I miss you, but I miss sparkling
@networkthirteen book club | midnights event: nighttime
The lips I used to call home
So scarlet, it was maroon
This is a collection of music written in the middle of the night, a journey through terrors and sweet dreams. The floors we pace and the demons we face. For all of us who have tossed and turned and decided to keep the lanterns lit and go searching - hoping that just maybe, when the clock strikes twelve...we'll meet ourselves.
You drew up some good faith treaties
I drew curtains closed, drank my poison all alone
You said I have to trust more freely