The leaves were left on the floor this morning,
like red solo cups.
And the wood returned my texts with the curtness
of a scorned lover.
Can someone tell me what happened last night?
At the party?
Felix Deiss
The leaves were left on the floor this morning,
like red solo cups.
And the wood returned my texts with the curtness
of a scorned lover.
Can someone tell me what happened last night?
At the party?
Felix Deiss
DCC: Deiss Composition Collection 