whokilledcookie:
odessa
whokilledcookie:
leave house
whokilledcookie:
'cause all I want is the moon upon a stick
whokilledcookie:
there was nothing to fear and nothing to doubt
whokilledcookie:
all my lovers were there with me
whokilledcookie:
I may be paranoid, but no adroid
whokilledcookie:
you and whose army?
whokilledcookie:
we ride tonight, ghost horses
whokilledcookie:
it is now the witching hour
whokilledcookie:
I'm your superhero
whokilledcookie:
I could have sworn, I saw a light coming on