All disassembled and a mess. Sometimes that’s what you get, from life, from stress about nothingness. I don’t have it all together, I must confess. So excuse me while I go put the pieces back in place.
All disassembled and a mess. Sometimes that’s what you get, from life, from stress about nothingness. I don’t have it all together, I must confess. So excuse me while I go put the pieces back in place.
