And since you are my friend
I would ask that you lower me down slow
And tell the man in the black cloak
He doesn’t need to trouble his good soul
With those latin conjugations
And if it’s all the same to them
You should tell your gathering friends
Please not to purse their faces grim
On such a lovely sunday
Don’t fix my smile, life is long enough
We will put this flesh into the ground again
RIP Chuck Criss
Freelance Whales – Generator ^ Second Floor [from Weathervanes]