this is an ode to those nights when you shouldn't have biked home... to those times when you made it safe back to yours but you can't quite remember how you got there. when you got through the door just in time to make it to the bathroom, and you know that you didn't really deserve to make it home unscaved. cheers to the angel who rides on your shoulders; somehow, all's right in the world...
this is an ode to those nights when you shouldn't have biked home... to those times when you made it safe back to yours but you can't quite remember how you got there. when you got through the door just in time to make it to the bathroom, and you know that you didn't really deserve to make it home unscaved. cheers to the angel who rides on your shoulders; somehow, all's right in the world...