Honig
Shane McCord
Your face glows red in the dusk car's taillight
Salt water flowing down my August cheek
Pink felt never could sit still, I keep it in my pocket for a day that I need
Honig
I'm stuck in your pot
Honig
I'm swimming in the peach pool
Out of body and my eyes are closed
This pink felt feel could hang around
Open my palms and let it flow
Through my fingers it will go like
Honey Water