ey, 7 months ago my knuckles are stained purple by the cold air in the city, standing over tracks while i watch the lights that shine so pretty, i stand here in the day until the sky fades to dark, and if i do go home then we’ll go back to the start
my knuckles are stained purple by the cold air in the city, standing over tracks while i watch the lights that shine so pretty, i stand here in the day until the sky fades to dark, and if i do go home then we’ll go back to the start
