The Shop Downstairs
I wish we were still there
By Frankie MartinelliPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
Photo by Mike Petrucci on Unsplash
I spent Three Pounds Seventy Five
Just to keep myself alive
I told you I had eaten
I'm afraid to say I lied
Our spark is worth all of your bite
Am I okay...?
Not even
Am I okay...?
Not even
I listen to all the music that I fell for you to
A bed
A balcony
The shop downstairs,
and me and you
I wish we were still there
I spent my entire life
Just waiting to be by your side
I told you how I was feeling,
and hoped that you were satisfied
Am I okay...?
Not even
Am I okay...?
Not even
I listen to all the music that I fell for you to
A bed
A balcony
The shop downstairs,
and me and you
I wish we were still there
About the Creator
Frankie Martinelli
Musician.
All work is copyrighted, and is my own.
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