25 November 2012
Oh goblet of fire, Chalice of hate. You're the thing, that I hold to my face.
I keep you near- Beside me at night And stay awake But out of sight.
The lies that you spread And the gossip you hear Is enough to make anyone Live beside themselves in fear
For you are my phone, My compass to the world And you are the thing That keeps me with my girl.
Phone • Opuss № I