The small things have a way of sweeping me off my feet. Soon I’m a dot clenching the string of a rising balloon. Over there, beyond the horizon. But it is the small things, they reassure me. So I let them take me. Take me back to giant, pure joy. angry catfish
The small things have a way of sweeping me off my feet. Soon I’m a dot clenching the string of a rising balloon. Over there, beyond the horizon. But it is the small things, they reassure me. So I let them take me. Take me back to giant, pure joy. angry catfish
