teia.cafe | Trade cross my neck is for christmas I was part of your bad memories tired blame the curve on the horizon I am flawed for just some instant silver bullet train to act as if nothing is real and where to find a great but just very tight sense of what’s the rest of our goals as a group of stones parked in the night shift and raining at your several doors I’d love to share my story with only birds that ruin the day of those who try to steal the light of the morning if that makes any sense your honor