Fill holes
Dig holes
Forever
Gazing at backdoors
For once in a life
It’s coming in Inspired by our attraction
What we smell
Bitter sweet pleasure
One phone call
One fine line of prison
The walk
The smell
The spoiled
Backdoor honey
Please come home
Such a shame to throw away
Don’t you fucking spill it Avoid that the best feeling possible
(yes we do obsess)