The world's at your fingertip,
The midnight air grows heavy,
If you don’t want to take the trip,
Then go ahead and tell me.
Because I’m hurt and lost and never found
There's hearts on strings
Hear them pound
To think, and think, of better things
Things that make it better,
Take sips until you can feel the air,
and wonder why you left her...
Her lips, her touch, her laugh, her hair,
And all that makes things better.
Then with a crush, fall to the ground
That bottle’s like your throttle
It just spins, and spins, going round,
Spinning, spinning to the ground
This thing, my heart, will keep me up through night
I wont fall asleep, I don't feel right,
All I want is that dreamy ocean,
Which never, never happens,
Cause I’m lost, I’m lost, I’m in a fight,
With myself, and with my might.
Apr 28, 2012
Apr 28, 2012 at 4:32 AM UTC
The world's at your fingertip,
The midnight air grows heavy,
If you don’t want to take the trip,
Then go ahead and tell me.
Because I’m hurt and lost and never found
There's hearts on strings
Hear them pound
To think, and think, of better things
Things that make it better,
Take sips until you can feel the air,
and wonder why you left her...
Her lips, her touch, her laugh, her hair,
And all that makes things better.
Then with a crush, fall to the ground
That bottle’s like your throttle
It just spins, and spins, going round,
Spinning, spinning to the ground
This thing, my heart, will keep me up through night
I wont fall asleep, I don't feel right,
All I want is that dreamy ocean,
Which never, never happens,
Cause I’m lost, I’m lost, I’m in a fight,
With myself, and with my might.
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