You smile at me,lying there almost half asleep
I'm wearing your blue shirt and your hand is my pillow
And i feel like my heart is about to burst
I clutch your blue shirt closer to me and breathe in your scent
I lie next to you and let you hold my hand
This might be the closest we get to perfection
Before morning comes and spirits you away from me once again.
Sep 30, 2012
Sep 30, 2012 at 11:53 AM UTC
You smile at me,lying there almost half asleep
I'm wearing your blue shirt and your hand is my pillow
And i feel like my heart is about to burst
I clutch your blue shirt closer to me and breathe in your scent
I lie next to you and let you hold my hand
This might be the closest we get to perfection
Before morning comes and spirits you away from me once again.
