Texty:
Caitlin Crosby

I left the letter at your door. I light your cigarette just once more Now I say what I needed left the suitcase in your hallway dried up flowers down

Here I am, here I stand Took a picture of my hand Bet you can tell it's not manicured Here I am, half a man Not a doctor I'm not tan, and I never helped

I left the letter at your door. I light your cigarette just once more Now I say what I needed left the suitcase in your hallway dried up flowers down