This Town Needs Guns
I'll forget about you throwing that rock cos....
Moments like this;precious with no regrets.Like whispers on my neck.No tears and held breath.These endings have no more or less effect.No better waste of time compares to this.While morningsings outside.We reside herebetween sweaty sheetsand disturbed sleep.So maybe I'll complyand be all the more sweeterto you.Hello sweet love.
From Letras Mania