They couldn’t think of something to say the day you burst With all their lions and all their might and all their thirst They crowd your bedroom like some thoughts wearing thin Against the walls, against your rules, against your skin My beard grew down to the floor and out through the doors Of your eyes, begonia skies like a sleepyhead
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I listen to this song way too much, but it fits Lyssie pretty well me thinks. So I threw this together real quick, Lyssie and her boys.
Cute pic sweetie!