…considering the weight of the bricks I laid, now that I’m through..
One by one, sealed every crack that I could slip between to find my way back…
you can’t go back home once you’ve cast it away..
The heavy weight of promises made, if I could exonerate, I might just lift off today.
You can’t go back home once you’ve cast it away.
St. Joseph’s baby aspirin, Bartles and Jaymes, and you
— or your memory.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map