Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Heart yanked out
It meant so much to me
So now i'm lost
And empty
They always leave with something
And it's hotter than Satan's heels
What I've been drinking
My mother sent some flowers
A dozen long stemmed roses
When your anxious flowers make you nauseous
They're just so sweet and presumptuous
But they always leave you with something
And it's hotter than Satan's heels
What I've been drinking