A mind racing through the street, In the seat next to me making worries obsolete
My chest overheats when you held my hand, feelings unplanned suddenly lost where I stand
Stuck in quicksand when we lay close, kissing your nose a smile collectively grows
No one knows why the daisy chose to be yellow, but like a lions bellow you had me at hello
Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 10:30 PM UTC
A mind racing through the street, In the seat next to me making worries obsolete
My chest overheats when you held my hand, feelings unplanned suddenly lost where I stand
Stuck in quicksand when we lay close, kissing your nose a smile collectively grows
No one knows why the daisy chose to be yellow, but like a lions bellow you had me at hello
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