Picnics,
Historical mountains,
Sunsets by the sea.
Hours away from the city.
The sheets.
Oh the sheets.
How tightly I clasp
on to them.
Conversations 'til the
break of day.
Our bodies are giving up
but still so much to say.
Nothing is scarier
than realizing you're
starting to like someone
so much.
Time has its own way
of telling you...
You're about to lose
yourself again
I vowed, this time,
it's passion or nothing.
Something deeper than skin.
Who knew it will have me quaking.
Call me paranoid
but tell me.
This can't be that perfect...
What's the story?
Show me what's behind
all these rainbows and
butterflies...
I'm ready
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 1:24 AM UTC
Picnics,
Historical mountains,
Sunsets by the sea.
Hours away from the city.
The sheets.
Oh the sheets.
How tightly I clasp
on to them.
Conversations 'til the
break of day.
Our bodies are giving up
but still so much to say.
Nothing is scarier
than realizing you're
starting to like someone
so much.
Time has its own way
of telling you...
You're about to lose
yourself again
I vowed, this time,
it's passion or nothing.
Something deeper than skin.
Who knew it will have me quaking.
Call me paranoid
but tell me.
This can't be that perfect...
What's the story?
Show me what's behind
all these rainbows and
butterflies...
I'm ready
