He walks up to her
I can feel the beating of her heart
As he walks away I hand her a postcard
One that says he will tear her apart
He smiles and bats his eyes at her
She laughs as she hands him her phone
As he walks away I hand her a postcard
And it says that one day he'll laugh with her and one day he won't
He tells her a story characterized by the lights in his eyes
She is completely lost in his being
As he walks away I hand her a postcard
Saying that he isn't worth all of her feelings
And as he turns a blind eye to her
But she's still in love with him, though
I'll hand her a postcard
One that says I told you so
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 2:08 AM UTC
He walks up to her
I can feel the beating of her heart
As he walks away I hand her a postcard
One that says he will tear her apart
He smiles and bats his eyes at her
She laughs as she hands him her phone
As he walks away I hand her a postcard
And it says that one day he'll laugh with her and one day he won't
He tells her a story characterized by the lights in his eyes
She is completely lost in his being
As he walks away I hand her a postcard
Saying that he isn't worth all of her feelings
And as he turns a blind eye to her
But she's still in love with him, though
I'll hand her a postcard
One that says I told you so
Someone just needs to follow him around and warn us all that somehow, to some degree, he will break our hearts.
