Right in front of my eyes
I see you slipping away
As if i have butter on my fingers and I am holding onto you
And there I sit and hope to god the butter will turn to glue
As if that would be a tell tale sign from the universe
Telling you to stay
Oct 5, 2018
Oct 5, 2018 at 4:04 PM UTC
Right in front of my eyes
I see you slipping away
As if i have butter on my fingers and I am holding onto you
And there I sit and hope to god the butter will turn to glue
As if that would be a tell tale sign from the universe
Telling you to stay
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