Wednesday, July 27, 2016

365 7/27

You don't have to prove to me you're beautiful to strangers
I've got lovin' eyes of my own

365 7/26

We saw the ghosts of angels
That spoke of falls from tremendous heights

365 7/25

No one to point the finger
It's just you and me and the rain

365 7/24

Suckers, liars, your cheap amplifiers
Your crossed up wires are always starting fires