Taste. I love the taste. I need its warm rush. . Rush. I need the rush. To pulse through my veins. . And I'll love you tonight. Oh I love you tonight.
Consider the odds, consider the obvious. The martyr is meaningless, the campaign has died. In the planning stages and the fallen faces are the singular proof.
So this is odd,. the painful realization that all has gone wrong.. And nobody cares at all,. and nobody cares at all.. . So you buried all your lover's clothes.
I was away for a while. But I'm hoping someday you'll forgive me. But I don't deserve it. . I'll cherish it well if you give me. One of your new starts.
I heard about the trip.. i heard about your souveneirs.. i heard about the cool breeze in the cool nights. and the cool guys. that you spent them with..
Which of the bold faced lies will we use?. I hope that you're happy,. you really deserve it,. this will be the best for us both in the end.. . But your taste still lingers on my lips.
So she says,. "Everyone's going to the party. Won't you come if I come. with a friend for your friend?. I'd be so pleased to see you. Out of the classroom,.
I heard that you were home again,. but you don't look like you're back to me. with your focuses changing,. your gaze is transfixed. a point that i can't often see.
Pacific sun,. You should have warned us it gets so cold here. And the night can freeze before you set a fire. And our flares go unnoticed, diminished.
When I'm back from the road. And you're out on it. And I'm tired of this distance. And I believe it's over. It's overrated. . And this phone tag game is endless.
Pacific sun,. You should have warned us it gets so cold here. And the night can freeze before you set a fire. And our flares go unnoticed, diminished.
This is where I say I've had enough. no one should ever feel the way that I feel now.. A walking open wound, a trophy display of bruises. And I don't believe that I'm getting any better..
I'm missing your bed. I never sleep. Avoiding the spots where we'd have to speak. And this bottle of beast. Is taking me home. . I'm cuddling close. To blankets and sheets.
She fixes her lips, they. always looks perfect.... Never a smudge line,. Never too much.. . I try on my blue shirt.... She told me she liked it, once..
You called to say you wanted out. Well, I can't say I blame you now. Sometimes you've got to fold before you're found out. Well thanks for waiting this long to show yourself.
I sit and wonder of your pause. What makes you so sure. Our sins are not the start. Of something holy, divine.. . I don't like the sound of this. No news is bad news.
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Why do you speak with that accent now?. Everyone knows you're not from the streets.. You went to prep school in Cambridge,. With daughters and sons of the privileged elite..
Morning calls for pain relief. A line above the step beneath. The worst that you could do. And the best that you could hope for. Is hardly the best. .
How can you ask for forgiveness?. So now you think that your crimes are victimless?. I know you and your sins. Your retributions. So how will you lay your penance down?.