WHATS THE FUS
DO YOU REMEMBER WALKNG TO SCJOOL ALONE AND HOW ARE PARENTS
NEEDED COMMERCIALS TO REMEMBER THEY HAD PUT IS OUT, YOU REMEMBER
THE FEELING WHEN NO ONE SCREAMED AT STREET LIGHT DAWN, KIND OF
HAPPY KIND OF WORRIED IS SOMETHING WRONG THESE ARE DIFFERENT
TIMES NO LAWN DARTS NO SOAP IN THE MOUTH WHEN I START CUSSING
WHATS THE FUSS WHERE IS MY KID SEARCH THAT BUS
Copyright © Shawn Gorsick | Year Posted 2024
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