4 acessos
The cold wind blows away all that's left of summer
As you clear the ice from your throat
You still say nothing
You're getting my hopes up
Pound for pound, even your signature outweighs me
Word for word, even your silence outweights me
No matter
These lines still apear on the paper
And on my face
Now, watch as my expression takes a turn for the worst
There's something about this
You still laugh your way towards the end of this joke
But you're the only one getting it
You and the one on your left shoulder