Open up and let me in
Open doors and open arms
Open concepts, because I want to make a home with you
Open-ings Begin-ings Start-ing
Open House, the first time I pretended you were mine
Open to you
Oh pen
Oh
pen
to paper
and fingers to keys, I could never explain how my legs opened to you because you were already mine and we’d done this before, just not with each other. Though we already knew that I was the last person you’d touch and you were the last person I’d touch. After that day,
We closed our doors to the world
Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 9:03 AM UTC
Open up and let me in
Open doors and open arms
Open concepts, because I want to make a home with you
Open-ings Begin-ings Start-ing
Open House, the first time I pretended you were mine
Open to you
Oh pen
Oh
pen
to paper
and fingers to keys, I could never explain how my legs opened to you because you were already mine and we’d done this before, just not with each other. Though we already knew that I was the last person you’d touch and you were the last person I’d touch. After that day,
We closed our doors to the world
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