they locked lips as the evening sank further and further and further the sun took one last peek i stood in shock and heard the band slow their music slicing open my heart pulling its strings and i am still here half dead but wishing someone would also do that to me or that the moonlight could help me breathe choose the tongue over comfortability
I wanted to cry But my throat was dry I just donβt think Iβll ever be loved It costs too much