STAFF SPOTLIGHT: Milo – A Toothpaste Suburb
Where better is the enemy of good enough.
Where better is the enemy of good enough.
The gift of death is such a blessing for us.
I’m holding on by the tips of my fingers, I’m not afraid of the fall.
The curtain’s falling in slow motion.
I wouldn’t be who I’d be without ya.
Words fall off my tongue, but my mouth stays closed.
When you breathe the air, it tastes like medicine.
We’ll climb the mountains before we meet the sea, the rain will stop eventually.
Have you ever been so tired of yourself?