Last night I whispered my scream
To the girl with the American spirit
Spent half the night
Begging those eyes to gaze at me
Maybe break night with me
Then we fix it it in the morning
You should be in my room at this time
You should see how the sun cuts through the blinds
It's the smell of the morning coffee
The freshly baked macadamia cookies
The smoke of that mint cigarette
And the snuggle of the pillow you sleeping with
Its your voice
It's the words
It's like mathematics
The 1 that can't be ignored
The understood 1
Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 10:48 AM UTC
Last night I whispered my scream
To the girl with the American spirit
Spent half the night
Begging those eyes to gaze at me
Maybe break night with me
Then we fix it it in the morning
You should be in my room at this time
You should see how the sun cuts through the blinds
It's the smell of the morning coffee
The freshly baked macadamia cookies
The smoke of that mint cigarette
And the snuggle of the pillow you sleeping with
Its your voice
It's the words
It's like mathematics
The 1 that can't be ignored
The understood 1
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