Tom Lyrics – Ishroyale
Singer: Ishroyale
Title: Tom
Water guns and foam darts, flimsy from the start, birthdays and super bowls, slow to depart- in the hallowed arch of the doorway, halo sculpted on your bald head
From light fixtures that changed with my mom’s style and aesthetics she divulged to me Tom- that you’ve battled several cancers and lost your mother-in-law