The thought seems to be too much, I shrink at the incline of your touch Your fingertips are needles to my skin. They sink straight down to the core revealing the things we can't ignore...said sweetheart. Your tearing through my veins
The fires burn - I'm in your bedroom The tables turn - Well do you miss this? You make it all the same. The mirror stares - The Scene: Your bedroom Reflection glares - We're flirting kisses You wouldn't have this any other way.
And maybe next time when you reach to grab my hand, I'll pull away. I've seen your intent, and it's not much to be proud of... so why don't you just stay the hell over there with your prim and proper friends? The wannabes and maybe next time I'll let you stay with me.
(Was I just the last chance to be the rise in your mattress?)
It's not worth it. Just stay with meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
