We’ve finally run away
Told no one about it
It’s better that way
There is no priest
No one to make this holy
Because darling I’m hellbent
On it just being us
I am a sick bride
And you are my pill
To fight with
You are a tired groom
And I am your pillow
To rest on
Once this is over
We’ll go back to those
That really do love us
Sep 22, 2019
Sep 22, 2019 at 10:20 PM UTC
We’ve finally run away
Told no one about it
It’s better that way
There is no priest
No one to make this holy
Because darling I’m hellbent
On it just being us
I am a sick bride
And you are my pill
To fight with
You are a tired groom
And I am your pillow
To rest on
Once this is over
We’ll go back to those
That really do love us
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