zephyr
The guilty undertaker sighs
The lonesome organ grinder cries
The lonesome organ grinder cries
"Pfffft." The sound that leaves you is half a snort, half a laugh, and entirely amused. Releasing Red, who seems to have calmed down, you lean against the back of the couch once more. Eyes narrow and crinkled with unshed laughter, you flop a hand expressively over your torso. "D'I look like I got my shit t'gether?" you ask rhetorically.
Your expression softens and grows serious once more; you run a hand through your hair, exhaling a sigh as your eyes fall shut. "Look, Red. Nobody knows what the fuck we're doin'. But ya can' need anyone else t'validate yer whole existence, person or god or whatever. It's... Hell, it ain't a fair thing t'ask fer."
Your expression softens and grows serious once more; you run a hand through your hair, exhaling a sigh as your eyes fall shut. "Look, Red. Nobody knows what the fuck we're doin'. But ya can' need anyone else t'validate yer whole existence, person or god or whatever. It's... Hell, it ain't a fair thing t'ask fer."
The silver saxophones say I should refuse you
But it's not that way, I wasn't born to lose you
But it's not that way, I wasn't born to lose you
