zebrastres:
I'll teach you to jump on the wind's back, and away we go.
zebrastres:
grass is greener.
zebrastres:
beauty in ashes.
zebrastres:
meet me where I said, blame it all upon a rush of blood to the head.
zebrastres:
the moths beat themselves to death against the lights
zebrastres:
put your troubles in a little pile
zebrastres:
this is the sound of settling
zebrastres:
they were just two jerks playing with matches
zebrastres:
i've seen the end, i've lost the war
zebrastres:
and you closed the door.
zebrastres:
and she's cant relax.
zebrastres:
said the spider to the fly
zebrastres:
for leah