Crimes of the heart .

Give my gun away when it's loaded,
Is that alright?
If you don't shoot it how am I supposed to hold it?

Sinking in our beer and rum depression. Music that paints us all in shades of ochre and green. Music of the earthen soil wrapped in a soft plinking on the piano that speaks to no one but the cat in the corner.

9 Crimes by Damien Rice.

*that BS at the bottom was mine though.*