I could use a dream or a genie or a wish
To go back to a place much simpler than this
There comes a time where you fade to the blackness
And when you’re staring at that phone in your lap
And you hoping but them people never call you back
But that’s just how the story unfolds
You get another hand soon after you fold.

Det har regnat idag. Och om fem dagar fyller jag 20.



Mims