You make everything sound so easy i wish i can make you as happy as you make me but we are vintage our spare parts falling our hardisk full
Everything is a loud come back be here but we ran out of tickets and im your last season but you’re my little black dress id wear you any time and day and season and this is a loud come back be here but our ears are stuffed with all the things that could go wrong so we’ll hear it and i’ll miss it and we’ll love the way it sound but we’ll pretend like we can’t hear anything; not even the memories
we’ll think about each other at night and when we are at last alone with our thoughts and i wish you were next to me but everytime we met its just a hello and goodbye and nothing in between and nothing in between and nothing in between i guess this is how it goes until “nothing” doesnt hurt anymore
until “nothing” doesnt hurt anymore