I think of you most often when I'm driving down the highway. All the cars that are surrounding me are seeing people I won't see. I find comfort in knowing everyone has someone to run to. Even you.
I held your hand the tightest when we would watch scary movies because you'd know how I'd get sometimes with the afterlife, and I don't want to think about that until I am 23, or not at all. But cuz I have to:
Spellcheck my obituary, I don't want that guy to lose his job
And I lose myself most often making nonsense about problems that are not affecting me in any way. I cannot stay alone with myself for longer than a second. My mind jumps to conclusions I'm too afraid to say.
Spellcheck my obituary, I don't want that guy to lose his job. And maybe later we could all hang out together, but for right now it just feels too wrong.
But, you could come over and we could dance. We could make out or shake hands. You wanna talk it out? Or do you wanna block it out? You're the book I couldn't read cuz I skipped right to the ending. You wanna block it out? Or do you wanna talk it out? You wanna block it out?
Spellcheck my obituary, I wouldn't want that guy to lose his job. And maybe later we could all hang out together, but for right now it just feels too wrong.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
