There was a game we used to play We would hit the town on Friday night And stay in bed until Sunday We used to be so free We were living for the love we had and Living not for reality It was just my imagination [x3] There was a […]

Just My Imagination













An old man turned ninety-eight He won the lottery and died the next day It’s a black fly in your Chardonnay It’s a death row pardon two minutes too late And isn’t it ironic… don’t you think It’s like rain on your wedding day It’s a free ride when you’ve […]

Ironic