I heard rumours —
everybody gossips,
you were all that I believe.
Keep me wanting more,
tell your truth —
everything gets blurry,
I know I'm addicted
to you.
I’m right where you want me —
I’m young and your precious.
Straight from
the cross on your wrist
to the scars on mine.
This is to familiar
to my past,
you know it runs in my mind
that I spent half
my life living
in yours.
Mar 22, 2019
Mar 22, 2019 at 9:30 AM UTC
I heard rumours —
everybody gossips,
you were all that I believe.
Keep me wanting more,
tell your truth —
everything gets blurry,
I know I'm addicted
to you.
I’m right where you want me —
I’m young and your precious.
Straight from
the cross on your wrist
to the scars on mine.
This is to familiar
to my past,
you know it runs in my mind
that I spent half
my life living
in yours.
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