Garbage Post: Glued Shoes Blues

*I imagined Oasis singing this* Unfaithful, she's in love with sadness Nothing I do can pull her away, she rather stay below Taunting her head with slow songs stuck in bed, face down She says I don't understand, like these cuts on my wrists always existed Honey, dear, stop focusing on what you don't have, … Continue reading Garbage Post: Glued Shoes Blues