Middle of the night I remember telling him, “You know what? I’m worried about her, I’m gonna go home and sleep.”
So, I came home, she wasn’t home when I came home.
The ballet of the pen is at times, divine
Middle of the night I remember telling him, “You know what? I’m worried about her, I’m gonna go home and sleep.”
So, I came home, she wasn’t home when I came home.