two is better than one.
you make it hard for breathing.
and here I'm lying
with my face in my pillow
just thinking about you
with my music playing in the background
how did we come to this place?
just living, loving the way that we do
I used to believe in forevers
until one boy tore me into half
but with you,
it's like you're using tape, glue, nails and all sorts of things
to piece me together once again.
maybe, forever will come along once again.