A simple distraction
A week long attraction
Directed my attention from the one that couldn’t happen
Little infatuation
Oh **** I’m saying his name again
You calling on my cellphone is enough to forget him
I slip between the boundaries
I wonder if I’m bothering
And every time I see his tribe I know that this is foreign tea
You were the perfect plaything
He holds my heart in pieces
And now I know that loving him hasn’t disappeared for a second
Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 5:22 AM UTC
A simple distraction
A week long attraction
Directed my attention from the one that couldn’t happen
Little infatuation
Oh **** I’m saying his name again
You calling on my cellphone is enough to forget him
I slip between the boundaries
I wonder if I’m bothering
And every time I see his tribe I know that this is foreign tea
You were the perfect plaything
He holds my heart in pieces
And now I know that loving him hasn’t disappeared for a second
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