This is going to kill me.
Bare walls, stripped down joints, draft air, one steady note after another. That’s a little bit of how i’m feeling, uhh, right about now.
//color bars//

May 30th, 2004
Iris This is going to kill me.
Bare walls, stripped down joints, draft air, one steady note after another. That’s a little bit of how i’m feeling, uhh, right about now.
//color bars//
