(for @melancholypaws.bsky.social)
(for @melancholypaws.bsky.social)
It sits there like an, unexploded hand-grenade
Time ticks away
It sits there like an, unexploded hand-grenade
Time ticks away
Those memories archived forever in my mind
There's snow in the hallway, tell me that you'll always
Find your way back to me, even if you're not looking
Those memories archived forever in my mind
There's snow in the hallway, tell me that you'll always
Find your way back to me, even if you're not looking