come on skinny love just last the year pour a little salt we were never here my my my – my my my – my my my my – my my... staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer and I told you to be patient and I told you to be fine and I told you to be balanced and I told you to be kind and in the morning I'll be with you but it will be a different kind and I'll be holding all the tickets and you'll be owning all the fines
{fake. not nina. not cooper. not joy. not the civil wars}