Add yourself mourning the loss of Gabe the Dog Bye bye baby blue I wish you could see the wicked truth (you're not comin' home with me, are you?) Caught up in a rush it's killing you Screaming at the sun you blow into Curled up in a grip when we were us Fingers in a fist like you might run I settle for a ghost I never knew Superparadise I held on to But I settle for a- HA NOT A CLICKBAIT SORRY
@PrimordialChaos
