My life revolves around it, I drink it in through my lovepores You have a neverending string of notes and tempos always slipping right through your fingers
I grew up in bathtubs, pools, rivers ponds, lakes I dipped my toes into the places I felt most at home.
Maybe you grew up on MTV and cassette tapes in car rides and piano.
I'm sinking in this
and at least we both know what it feels like to be obsessed