Lonely on a summer eve'
I reckon I've but my pet peeve
Friends calling up here and there
Staring into my window flair
Waking up to see me smile
Yet I cannot seem to dial
As I cannot recall the numbers
And my fingers struggle like cucumbers
Hardly bearing the cold of night
To just for once disfavor a sensational flight..
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 8:48 PM UTC
Lonely on a summer eve'
I reckon I've but my pet peeve
Friends calling up here and there
Staring into my window flair
Waking up to see me smile
Yet I cannot seem to dial
As I cannot recall the numbers
And my fingers struggle like cucumbers
Hardly bearing the cold of night
To just for once disfavor a sensational flight..
For you, Anna Schmitt
