The bottle’s half empty, the lamp is low; the world’s asleep, but you’re still here. No drama, no despair—just mulling over the shape of it all, how you got where you are, how it might pan out. Mixing…
The bottle’s half empty, the lamp is low; the world’s asleep, but you’re still here. No drama, no despair—just mulling over the shape of it all, how you got where you are, how it might pan out. Mixing…