Breathe you out, breathe you in, you keep coming back to tell me, you're the one who could have been. You and me, between sheets, it just doesn't get better than this. Oh no, I see, a spider web is tangled up with me. I hate to see you cry, lying there in that position. I'm thinking its a sign that the freckles in our eyes are mirror images and when we kiss they're perfectly aligned.
Love, I hope we get old, I hope we can find a way of seeing it all. Build a wall of books between us in our bed. It's all for nothing, the love we see. It's not the pale moon that excites me. Steal my heart and hold my tongue, I feel my time, my time has come. I felt you in my legs before I even met you. Unsentimental driving around, sure of myself, sure of it now.
Head on the wall, and my piss hardly makes the stall. Fragments of a love, that's all we had. What we had is fantasy. Underneath the moon, underneath the stars, here's a little heart for you. Haven't you heard, I'm stuck on a face, I'm stuck on a boy who fills me with joy. Well painted passion, you rightly suspect.
Everyone, every singer in every song. Everyone, every love who's love is gone. I remember thinking, I'll go on forever only knowing I'll see you again. I know that you think you're not good for anything. The world makes you feel so small. Get on your wooden horse, this is a right not a fight. No need to save face, say goodnight grace. <3.
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