Meet me on a sunday when I'm open to the thought of maybe breathing in your oxygen. considering our past again. Don't forget to bring up all the things that you've been saving in the s*****x on your close floor. Hold me down and beg for more...
Why was it so easy back before our minds were bloated with the problems that we brought inside? Sometimes yours, sometimes mine. I thought that we could be the odds and go back...well i tried....
But I can't revisit you, I nearly died. But I can't revisit you, I tried to live inside our yesterday but it didn't take the pain away...I tried.
Someday I'm predicting we might meet up in the future when the time apart has washed away the bitterness we feel today. and maybe you'd come out and save be but for now i tried...
Why was it so easy back before our minds were bloated with the problems that we brought inside? Sometimes yours, sometimes mine. I thought that we could be the odds and go back...well i tried....
But I can't revisit you, I nearly died. But I can't revisit you, I tried to live inside our yesterday but it didn't take the pain away...I tried.
Someday I'm predicting we might meet up in the future when the time apart has washed away the bitterness we feel today. and maybe you'd come out and save be but for now i tried...