Trashcan Sinatras
Trashcan Sinatras
Trashcan Sinatras
Trashcan Sinatras
Trashcan Sinatras
Trashcan Sinatras
Trashcan Sinatras
Trashcan Sinatras
Trashcan Sinatras
Trashcan Sinatras
Trashcan Sinatras
Trashcan Sinatras
Trashcan Sinatras
Trashcan Sinatras
Trashcan Sinatras
The beds are all taken
It's the ugly aftermath
And the suggestions were just gestures
I look back and then at the sky
I take a swig and reel home
Sometimes I, sometimes I...as early seagulls scatter I sigh
Somerimes I, sometimes I...did I dream what I just saw
Sometimes I think the summer made august adults out of us
It did it's worst
I'll breathe on a window
And wipe on the words
Better next than never
I read your body- it was an open book
You had the vanity, never the looks
Sometimes I, sometimes I...as early seagulls scatter I sigh
Sometimes I, sometimes I...did I dream what I just saw
It's the oldest trick in the book
You listen to all my secrets
But you don't tell me yours
I've been taken to see
Disney in reverse
A boy is leering
Over the worst
I'd mistaken/misread
All she rehearsed
My mistake
Come do your worst