You're sitting in a glass hatch waiting for the
walls to crack, I wanted to anoint you with love felt like
you had no fun. Yardstick becomes blurred and hazy until you
say you have to have me around. It's a song in your head
counting bad times in your head I can't make it on my own.
walls to crack, I wanted to anoint you with love felt like
you had no fun. Yardstick becomes blurred and hazy until you
say you have to have me around. It's a song in your head
counting bad times in your head I can't make it on my own.