Well sometimes I go out by myself and I look across the water
And I think of all the things, what you're doing and in my head I make a picture
Oh 'cause since I've come on home, well my body's been a mess
And I've missed your ginger hair and the way you like to dress
Won't you come on over, stop making a fool out of me
10091993.
annoyingly selfish and pretentious, I can be your worst nightmare without even trying.
I never loved to read. One does not love to breathe.
I can't prove this makes any sense but I sure hope that it does.
