wrote I remember words. That ran around my head. And made no sense at all. And rained right off my tongue. Like mother, love and Ronnie Spector I'm in an old Humber. That takes a long, long road
No reply to my messages. Saturday's grim, yeah it always is. I don't want another sixty years. I don't want another sixty days. Feel sick guess I always did. You look worse and you're just a kid.
(1, 2, 3, 4!). Celestine, my self-esteem is at an all time low. I'm holding on with both hands, but I'm ready to let go. Then I hear your voice and centuries of misery can't stop me. I know the ni
(Woah woah woah-oh). (Woah woah woah-oh) Not coming back but I can't stop waiting. Give me a minute while my heart stops breaking. Give me a minute while I fix my tie. Give me a minute while I tak
See me, can't you see me. The way that I see you. . And need me, can't you need me. As much as I need you. . We could make up our minds. We could leave them behind. We could break from the pac
Before you were mine, I'd stay at home, almost all the time. I'd lay low, lay low. Before I was yours, I'd almost always be behind closed doors. I'd lay low, lay low. But promises were broken, now
