brandonflowersinaplasticponcho:
We took a walk that night, but it wasn’t the same
We had a fight on the promenade out in the rain
She said she loved me, but she had somewhere to go
She couldn’t scream while I held I close
I swore I’d never let her go, without her plastic poncho!
brandonflowersinaplasticponcho:
“What the.. what am I even supposed to be looking at here? Who is responsible for this?”
