Tell me what you want, baby—we're running out of time.
The walls are falling back and I have neither the strength nor will to hold this room together
I'm sorry it wasn't enough, I still breathe for you
But the oxygen is escaping and leaving my lungs useless and our love breathless and if you don't make up your ******* mind my chest will explode and my last words to you will escape.
And I'm not ready to hear them
Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 3:14 AM UTC
Tell me what you want, baby—we're running out of time.
The walls are falling back and I have neither the strength nor will to hold this room together
I'm sorry it wasn't enough, I still breathe for you
But the oxygen is escaping and leaving my lungs useless and our love breathless and if you don't make up your ******* mind my chest will explode and my last words to you will escape.
And I'm not ready to hear them
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