I packed a bag full of summer
And I almost feel tempted cause you put our record on
Sliding your fingers through the clock in my back
How hard is it, to live with your own decisions?
I’m deep-rooted self-conceit
Dance, slow rock music and kiss me while we do it
Like a ******* dream, I’m living in
Whisper sweet nothings
Simply and purely to drive us insane
But what’s left after this passion?
Sep 11, 2019
Sep 11, 2019 at 7:36 PM UTC
I packed a bag full of summer
And I almost feel tempted cause you put our record on
Sliding your fingers through the clock in my back
How hard is it, to live with your own decisions?
I’m deep-rooted self-conceit
Dance, slow rock music and kiss me while we do it
Like a ******* dream, I’m living in
Whisper sweet nothings
Simply and purely to drive us insane
But what’s left after this passion?
Just questioning a few life occurrences.
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