You, sad just like raw sunlight, just grab and take me. Follow the dirty moneyunder the dusk of the oily ground. Million dollar shoes, take the sand from the sole, honey
I'm ready to leave, blind like the greasy, fat, old sunrise. Look at your desoled back.
Mom's old handmade sweaters / Levi's shorts / Mango body (can't really appreciate it) / Primark leggins