Steve Hartlett
Steve Hartlett
Steve Hartlett
Steve Hartlett
Steve Hartlett
Steve Hartlett
Steve Hartlett
Steve Hartlett
Steve Hartlett
Steve Hartlett
Steve Hartlett
Steve Hartlett
Steve Hartlett
Steve Hartlett
I'm feeling old, passed due date but I have another chance to try
Seeing the mold crack through; breaking off my walls into
We own our place in you to roam our faceless youth
Watering the facts down
To be alone is true
All the ways that start to change
I feel the mold ensue and bargain for my brain's misuse