lunes, 11 de febrero de 2019

We can't make any promises now, can we babe?

This ain't for the best, you must like me for me

Long nights with your hands up in my hair
Stay here, honey, I don't wanna share
'Cause I like you

Is it cool that I said all that? 
Is it too soon to do this yet? 
Is it chill that you're in my head?

'Cause I know that it's delicate










Sometimes when I look up into your eyes I pretend you're mine, all the damn time

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