I've never been addicted to drugs in baggies sold on the streets,
But I am addicted to one with pretty white teeth and a heart beat.
He is my better half
My silver lining in a sky of clouds
Of my grandpa he does remind me
And then I see that heaven isn't so far
And I'll still love him when I'm old and grey,
Because I know he wouldn't love me any other way
In shared giggles and affections,
His love points me in the right direction
He is not where he is from,
He is where he is going
And I'd like to go there, too
Apr 29, 2013
Apr 29, 2013 at 10:58 PM UTC
I've never been addicted to drugs in baggies sold on the streets,
But I am addicted to one with pretty white teeth and a heart beat.
He is my better half
My silver lining in a sky of clouds
Of my grandpa he does remind me
And then I see that heaven isn't so far
And I'll still love him when I'm old and grey,
Because I know he wouldn't love me any other way
In shared giggles and affections,
His love points me in the right direction
He is not where he is from,
He is where he is going
And I'd like to go there, too
I'm a love struck teenager, surprise.
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