8.5.24
There’s that guilt I feel when by accident I step on a snail
And the quilt that Gjyshja knitted which will never fail
To keep me warm on those sometimes chilly awkward spring nights
I need the warmth that brings me summer when I look in your eyes
There’s broken glass on our street we all subconsciously dodge
I don’t mean anything by it, just Interesting we all see life through a fog
A fog of easier to swallow pills, when ur throat start to get clogged
With the ideas that somewhere else the fog is made with fire and bombs