Deepset and Longlashed
Deepset and longlashed you asked me for a hand. knowing I am helping you sink. you ask me what I think, and you know that I'll lie. you know I'll lie. I'll lie. its all wrong. its all going wrong. so deepset and longlashed you ask me for a hand. but its four in the morning and no fair warning was made for a boy who help out his hand. its four in the morning and no fair warning was fair enough for a boy like me so ask again.
Writer/s: The Casket Lottery
