lead pencil on a page
wearing it down for days
receipts found in my car
stained napkins on a bar
beige coffee cold and bland
black ink smeared on my hand
eyes tired and burning red
I’ll sleep when i’m dead
I am the writ…
Really like the melody and arragements on this one. Great wo…
Gorgeous! Well done!
youre definately the writer!
Very cool track!