Hide in a place you know that no one ever goes
Keep in a sack in which it always stays closed
I need a knack for keeping out of trouble
You know how it can goI don’t know what I’m like but everybody says
You’re not the kind that gets out of your head
I keep talking all these crazy clumsy words
And I know that I’ve been heard
Wiretree, Big Coat
05072012, 1454
Posted on 5 Jul with 24 notes