Sooner or later,. I'll be heading home,. Sooner or later,. I'll be on my own, (oh-woah).. . June into summer,. I'll wear out my shoes,. June into summer,.
Who are we to be emotional?. Who are we to play with hearts and throw away it all?. Who are we to turn each others heads?. Who are we to find ourselves in other people's beds?.
Who are we to be emotional?. Who are we to play with hearts and throw away it all?. Who are we to turn each others heads?. Who are we to find ourselves in other people's beds?.
You're as sharp as a knife and you fit like a glove. That is no way to live that is no way to love. Full of fear in your skin and the weakness in giving in.
If a plane crashed into my room. I wouldn't even flinch. I couldn't try to move. My mind is on you. My mind is on you. . If the streetlight smashed above me.