sorry I didn’t text back I was in the Black Lodge
E.T. Steadman ‘86
I don’t know what dimension this took place in but it definitely wasn’t ours
Crop fields + wind = a sea of green
sorry I didn’t text back I was in the Black Lodge
And we’ll comfort each other
Like we used to in our time,
You’ll say it’ll be just like the old days
But it won’t be the fucking old days
No it won’t be the fucking old days,
Only now with our broken parts,
Our overused and torn up pieces.
Will it be better than before?
imp:
more than half of the time people say something to me im like . cool i didnt hear anything you just said