

Dirt Roads and MothsDirt Roads and Moths These roads are niether yours nor mine too take. They belonged to someone else first. But if we are already here why not make the best of your situation. If only we weren't so sober. Then this might actually make some sence. Never have I ever loved anyone as much as I love you. Too bad this radio is soo loud or you could hear my thoughts. What a beautiful winters night, it's all blue and chill. There go's the neighborhood up in Flames again. It must have been our sparks that started it. So lets just sit back with our Grey Ice Water and watch the mothes hit the porch light. It's not like we are growing anDirt Roads and Moths