Из альбома: Miles Benjamin Anthony Robinson
home for the weekend
and pleased to pretend
everything isn't the end
seem to remember
i wanted a friend
imagining life lived again
with failure to face
forget
and replace
what if we'd known how and why?
wasted it waiting to be
wasted it chasing a dream
well-wishers wasted wishings
stare out the window
sleep on the floor
suck my teeth hungry and bored
biting her lip
at the back of the bar
she wasn't waiting on...