I keep burning myself on the solder. Why is there so much in your brain.
I keep burning myself on the solder.
Why is there so much in your brain.
I don't know I'm just a bird.
I don't know I'm just a bird.
There is a poem of solder and steel and wings of gold or some shit.
But I was once told I’m no poet. At least I’m not a drunk. I hope he’s ok
There is a poem of solder and steel and wings of gold or some shit.
But I was once told I’m no poet.
At least I’m not a drunk.
I hope he’s ok