Into It. Over It.
Pontiac, MI
you've saved me a place in a circle made of ashesmaking up favors in the bottoms of easter baskets but a quiet kiss on the cheek is all I'll getyou say that it's hoes before bros in PontiacIt's this couch that I'm be sleeping onfamiliar revolver of patterned behaviorI've got a bottomless pocket of well thought out complementsand an admirable hunger for everything in your fridgebut it's this couch that i'll be sleeping onit's this couch that I'll be sleeping onIt's this couch that I'll be sleeping on
From Letras Mania