If these pale bones could sway
They would march to a funeral song
And pull their milky way across the yard
They would not wish to keep
You tethered to their arms
They would not wish to carry on too far
With no sorrow
Ask no greater pardon
Than the pattern
Time is carving in your skin
Bro taught Dave how to do parkour.
How did he teach him?
By chasing Dave to school
now someone has to reblog this with a hilarious comic
challenge fucking accepted. i apologize beforehand for the shitty shitty lines.