Geoff Farina
Geoff Farina
Geoff Farina
Geoff Farina
Geoff Farina
Geoff Farina
Geoff Farina
Geoff Farina
Geoff Farina
Geoff Farina
Geoff Farina
Geoff Farina
Geoff Farina
Give me illness. Give me weakness. Give me jealousy
I'll bear it all in the name of sleeplessness and the martyr that i wanted to be
I'll put my hands on expensive cars and imagine luxuries-
A simple gesture towards a new tomorrow
It'll be what we wanted it to be
Or it won't be anything
Change the water
Change the sweaters
Change the shades of gray
Because only yellows represent solutions
In the form of the light of a new day
I've seen it come in tides
And trusted theme park rides
As daffodils pissed arnica honey
If I had hair like yours i wouldn't fuck with anything