Idle hands
Are the death of me
When I lay in bed
Late at night
I can't help but dream
Of having someone's chest
To draw circles on
With my fingers;
Someone's hair
To run them through
Aug 23, 2013
Aug 23, 2013 at 2:56 PM UTC
Idle hands
Are the death of me
When I lay in bed
Late at night
I can't help but dream
Of having someone's chest
To draw circles on
With my fingers;
Someone's hair
To run them through
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