RIPE BERRIES
Sometimes when I drink I think
that I could live inside like other people
It looks so warm and so safe
and I want so much to be there
But like a bird flying on ripe berries
I sober up against the pane
RIPE BERRIES
Sometimes when I drink I think
that I could live inside like other people
It looks so warm and so safe
and I want so much to be there
But like a bird flying on ripe berries
I sober up against the pane