I found it kind of sinful
Kissing you in my Sunday shirt
With our hair array and messy
Lips swollen pink
You were the bad boy I thought
I could never attain
I was the wallflower you thought
You could never talk to
We had met through a series of
Coincidences that didn’t add up
Only answer was that fate wanted it
To happen, no matter what
Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 8:17 PM UTC
I found it kind of sinful
Kissing you in my Sunday shirt
With our hair array and messy
Lips swollen pink
You were the bad boy I thought
I could never attain
I was the wallflower you thought
You could never talk to
We had met through a series of
Coincidences that didn’t add up
Only answer was that fate wanted it
To happen, no matter what
