your painted hands touched the moon
i listened to your heartbeat on the floor of your livingroom
and god **** i can feel your smile
everything was red and blue
ill always see the best in you
and now youre standing there with june in your arms
youre holding on to summer
a vacation from the rest of the world
so let me rest here with you
ill always see the best in you
i had dreams of our adventures
i woke up wanting to leave
i think we talk in our sleep
your bones are warm and i can finally breathe
Jul 5, 2015
Jul 5, 2015 at 3:27 AM UTC
your painted hands touched the moon
i listened to your heartbeat on the floor of your livingroom
and god **** i can feel your smile
everything was red and blue
ill always see the best in you
and now youre standing there with june in your arms
youre holding on to summer
a vacation from the rest of the world
so let me rest here with you
ill always see the best in you
i had dreams of our adventures
i woke up wanting to leave
i think we talk in our sleep
your bones are warm and i can finally breathe
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