When I rest my chest. On this wooden body. Feel my soul pore through my moth. So that everyone can hear it. Come out. . That's when I know. What it is about.
My friend you left me in the end. I can't believe I'm writing a song. Where friend rhymes with end. But today. I must cave in. I have trouble forgetting those beautiful eyes.
Yesterday we did it again. We did what we're supposed to do. What is expected off. This constellation of two. . Oeeehh that's what I want, that's what I want.