Testo August Lacy Underal
Cry for yesterday.Letting it all slip away.
Hold my breath and hold it back.
Why can't you stay?
I need you to show me the way
Of how to live until the end...
the end.
Cards sit on the table.
Shot-glass is empty and waiting
For just one more for the road.
Sunlight, August day.
Blue meets a green hazard play.
Will I see you again? Will I see you again...
again?
