you're in the next room, I miss you
and think of secret thoughts
that I would have told you
except I forget them when i see you
we make love like teenagers
our hearts too young to know better
but old enough to know
we will never know anything better
I had a thought out loud
about how we would never raise our voices
you voiced the circumstance of a fire
and I said, no you have to promise
so we planned our escape route
2 comments:
This is about me a little bit.
:) exactly
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