The window is open and she is there, if you're not fast enough the wind might take her away
Thursday, December 22, 2011
she hears it, your voice,
she hears it, your voice, oh its torture. the smell, its pain. you penetrate her, she looks away. Takes one glance and runs into herself.she hears it, your voice, oh its torture. the smell, its pain. you penetrate her, she looks away. Takes one glance and runs into herself.she hears it, your voice, oh its torture. the smell, its pain. you penetrate her, she looks away. Takes one glance and runs into herself.she hears it, your voice, oh its torture. the smell, its pain. you penetrate her, she looks away. Takes one glance and runs into herself.
— A Rocket to the Moon - Like We Used To
“Will he love you like I loved you? Will he tell you everyday? Will he make you feel like you’re invincible with every word he’ll say? Can you promise me if this was right? Don’t throw it all away. Can you do all these things? Will you do all these things like we used to?”
