You've got this lovely, lyrical way of talking
Your eyes are empty, your hair is a mess.
You bury yourself in books
You stay out dancing all night.
You talk about things like jellyfish with tentacles larger than train carriages
You run through the streets, screaming at the sky.
You're crazy, just a little bit
But,
you're mine.
Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 10:44 PM UTC
You've got this lovely, lyrical way of talking
Your eyes are empty, your hair is a mess.
You bury yourself in books
You stay out dancing all night.
You talk about things like jellyfish with tentacles larger than train carriages
You run through the streets, screaming at the sky.
You're crazy, just a little bit
But,
you're mine.
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