Tell me all your hopes and tell me all your dreams…
never mind, forget it.
replace it with bruises for my knees.
I'm living in sin with your unfamiliar skin:
I wanna be with you no matter what it takes,
so meet me in the bathroom before the sun starts to rise.
Take these entangled bodies,
and mangled hearts,
and just run until it all collapses.
Trembling legs,
scratched up backs:
the marks of the misunderstood at midnight.
Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 7:46 PM UTC
Tell me all your hopes and tell me all your dreams…
never mind, forget it.
replace it with bruises for my knees.
I'm living in sin with your unfamiliar skin:
I wanna be with you no matter what it takes,
so meet me in the bathroom before the sun starts to rise.
Take these entangled bodies,
and mangled hearts,
and just run until it all collapses.
Trembling legs,
scratched up backs:
the marks of the misunderstood at midnight.
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