Oct 7, 2016
So the moral of the story is Magic doesn't save your kids They needed love to grow up tall Like the purple mountains You held my hand in a shoppping mall This is all i've counted I'm broken, blue, a bastard Now every man's a bastard A black and a crystal crucifix These shoes are big they almost fit I gaze down at my mama's feet I guess i got my mama's feet All new babes i forget your name You named the boy your namesake Unicorn, tongue of a snake Was my little sister's fate