velcro on my palms
moras fill my pockets
being stiff
it’s cold
I’m already
that old
when I get to heaven
tie me to a tree
white skies
russki rockets
velcro on my palms
moras fill my pockets
being stiff
it’s cold
I’m already
that old
when I get to heaven
tie me to a tree
white skies
russki rockets