Bootprints - King Creosote
We sitWe thinkWe drinkWe fall upstairs and dressConfess the mess our lives are inDepressedWe restWe jestWe love ourselves to deathBut we reek of garlic breathAnd to the bathroom next we rushWe flushWe brushWe splash on smellsWe squeezeWe teaseOh please le . . . 阅读详情