Am looking out through my window, am looking at you through it's below. Just trying to make common sense for all to follow.
It seems now my life has stopped and on top is a cup it'll pop if I don't hold it, it's a cup so I can't fold it
Just a little bored, just a little poured and it seems like I hoard that which is hot but my pot of life is cut and there's nothing to sort.
Just trying to make common sense for all to follow.