Look to the mirror Thought you saw her clearer near here I don't have a spoon to make you swoon sooner to another beer for the noose of the new year. Weird how I think it's meant to be but don't seem to see the geeking freaking feeling that's peeling the dealing that's making me feel this freely. Wield the yielding guiding sense of mind Try to make things right in time for your final blighted fight Might try for the last train home tonight. Bit more than my bite Like my friends, just fine Right when it's come to the shy guy's light Dying like this, does nothing for the height of my high. So I'll just type to write how fear felt this dearly, when I finally turn the steering wheel, right into our field of my feels. You're not real to me, anymore we can't fill the seams, break the door I can't seem to stich, what I've torn Maybe we're suppose to be, something more than just a horny morning mourning chore. Ya, there's nothing more for us. Lost the gust of lust to bust Do you trust me? Lack the feeling? Do you maybe, think of me when it's easy?
