and I’ll talk real loud. Goddamn right I’ll be heard!
I worked hard on the texture.
I just noticed the lovely connection between these two lyrics!
Nothing Gets Crossed Out:How I long to be found, the grass grew high, I laid down. Now I’m waiting for a hand to lift me up, help me stand. I’ve been laying so low, don’t want to lay here no more.
Lyrics that you can tell to ANYONE who tries to slut shame you:
So I’ve made love.
Yeah, I’ve been fucked.
*hang in there kids, here comes the...