Mwahaha
Sleep Deep
I took that picture of you, just sitting in my roomThe rain outside made tires scream at the dying afternoonBut somehow way back then our wasted timeIt seemed well spentWhy do we need now, its never hereIt just becomes what we missAnd then the sun goes down we’ll sleepDeepUnder our coatsI took your soulLike you’d never really knowBut now will become just thenJust like it always hasThere’s always the chance of the sunExplodingInto our headsOver our bedsKilling us all
From Letras Mania