MetaphorsMusty blankets hide my face from the ceilingMetaphors
Quit hiding, it's familiar, breathe mold.
The ceiling doesn't horde all the shit...
The shit I call : "Ghosts from the past" -Turning cogs -Boosting memories -Boosting and firing Little doubts, big blames.
A matter of perspective is all it turns out
Would it matter if we hadn't spoken about the past
Piano
