buzzing and i?m flying everybody?s trying too hard this is just a guess but less is more than more now step outside it?s colder than hell but i?ll make
pictures blurred in her head won?t let them win she?ll make you come right back and let her in for the one that you love is more than them fuck
Sweet is the side Of her room Window open by candlelight How would you know Cold winter on the shore Chills the dress she wore It's on the floor
calcutta streams from porch life where we opened up our party gifts and you fell down the stairs on purpose and you drive to europe in the rain your
