…into rags, or in the hole.
The grass it was a tickin’ and the sun was on the rise. I never felt so wicked as when I willed our love to die.
I was your silver lining, as the story goes. I was your silver lining, but now I’m gold.
-Rilo Kiley
…into rags, or in the hole.
The grass it was a tickin’ and the sun was on the rise. I never felt so wicked as when I willed our love to die.
I was your silver lining, as the story goes. I was your silver lining, but now I’m gold.
-Rilo Kiley
Miss On My Own 
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