Sweet Nothings
Old flames…return.
Old flames…return.
Honey, are you home?
A figure waits in the darkness
He’s always working.
Are those water stains?
Miracles aren’t for everyone
“‘Touch me,’ he said.”
They laughed, ate, and played games, while she stood in the cold, wearing rags, looking in at the family she once had.
You’ll be asleep in no time.
Pssst…hey