Honey and the Moon

We got too much time to kill
Like pigeons on my windowsill we hang around
Ever since I’ve been with you
You hold me up all the time I’m falling down
But right now everything is turning blue
And right now the sun is trying to kill the moon
And right now I wish I could follow you
To the shores of freedom where no one lives
~Joseph Arthur, Honey and the Moon

I'd consider these moments as days infested with hormones that could kill... mercilessly.

Take it away,

~tSin