I really dont wanna be one of those people who act like they are all deep and sophisticated
I dont want to lay next to you but im too tired to get up so im just going to rollover
id rather have the taste of your goodbye on my lips than any new hello but all the leaves on the trees and
I don’t want to lose you Not now Not tomorrow Not in 20 years Not in 100 years
Because there’s blood in The cracks of my iPhone And I don’t know how it got There my heart is beating Really fast but my brain
