it kills all thought
getting spacier than
an astronaut
making out with people
i hardly know or like
i can't believe what i do
late at night
i wanna know what it's like
on the inside of love
i'm standing at the gates
i see the beauty above
only when we get to see
the aerial view
will the patterns show
we'll know what to do
i know the last page so well
i can't read the first
so i just don't start
it's getting worse
i can't find my way in
i try again and again
i'm on the outside of love
always under or above
must be a different view
to be a me with a you
...
of course i'll be alright
i just had a bad night
obrigada :*
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