And I’m not going back…

8 Aug

…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

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