Bits
I'm done with skits
And every little part i played
Running late or
Running away
Walking
Sometimes we lay
Overthrown, On Little couch
Little days they mean so much right now
And we're back to ourselves
What's the point of being alone
You're the rock that holds the window
Open on a warm day
Find
Soft yellow light
Sorry it's not all the time
I like to go swimming in your ultramarine eyes
I think i can keep this up
Cause I have the body and constitution
For your love
Daisy chain my
Wrist to yours
I don't care if you open a book
I don't care if you close the tab
I don't care if you have the money
For a girl like - that
Oooh
I don't care if you show up late
I don't care that you drive too fast
I bet we couldn't bet we couldn't bet we couldn't do it again
