sometimes i forget that i have to handle you like fresh eggs, and glass slippers, and baby birds. sometimes the hurt leaks out of me like an old sponge, just can't hold any more and i forget.
sometimes i forget that i have to handle you like fresh eggs, and glass slippers, and baby birds. sometimes the hurt leaks out of me like an old sponge, just can't hold any more and i forget.
soul. speak. 