I Sensed It Was Beginning – I Sensed It Was Ending – by Lindsey Harrington
The burnt roast from yesterday hanging in the air,
another, in a long list of disappointments.
The burnt roast from yesterday hanging in the air,
another, in a long list of disappointments.
These calloused fingers built the house
In which your ungrateful soul resides
These calloused fingers built the house
In which your ungrateful soul resides