Somehow they made us places.
You were a king’s vacation home
and I was everyone else’s waiting room.
They made you something for the best
and I got the ones stalling someone for better.
I want to know the first person to fall in love.
I want to tell them of you and I,
and what happened to you and I,
then maybe I can be the first one to break a heart.
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 12:54 AM UTC
Somehow they made us places.
You were a king’s vacation home
and I was everyone else’s waiting room.
They made you something for the best
and I got the ones stalling someone for better.
I want to know the first person to fall in love.
I want to tell them of you and I,
and what happened to you and I,
then maybe I can be the first one to break a heart.
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