Heavy-headed, like an anchor plummetting into the depths of the Saturday Blues. You are the sunken treasure, the wreckage in the sand. I ignore the warnings like a Sunday prayer and dive deep, drowning in the obvious.
Heavy-headed, like an anchor plummetting into the depths of the Saturday Blues. You are the sunken treasure, the wreckage in the sand. I ignore the warnings like a Sunday prayer and dive deep, drowning in the obvious.
