Mar 2015
"Wait a second",
But each second after that second
Draws into tomorrows
That spill into yesterday
And now,
It's an hour that feels like a year
In a second past a second
Without you
But each second after that second
Draws into tomorrows
That spill into yesterday
And now,
It's an hour that feels like a year
In a second past a second
Without you
3315
Wanted to name it Hurry the **** Up, but, um, no.
Wanted to name it Hurry the **** Up, but, um, no.
