Days like this I don’t even want to be with myself. It’s claws out, mouth wide open. Don’t you dare to come close. Why could I not have chosen someone easier? More easygoing. More laidback.
Someone less like me.
an ode to travelling
Days like this I don’t even want to be with myself. It’s claws out, mouth wide open. Don’t you dare to come close. Why could I not have chosen someone easier? More easygoing. More laidback.
Someone less like me.