look mexico
you can’t rely on the weather manwhether or not he’s right, you’re wrong. you look, i stare, we call it thereit’s getting late.for you to go to bed,and i’ll go out. it rains it pours, it floods our doors.it silences eyes, and waits for more. you know. you’ve got to trust your, your own instinct.cause you can hear so much more when you speak.
