needing/getting
i want you i want you, yeah i want you bad
so bad i can't think straight so bad all my bones shake so bad i can't breath
cheeks a little rosy in the February air
all is not lost, all is not lost
and there was no end to things. and no one tried to measure what they knew.. and the sky was still honestly blue.
WTF?
you'll never get that taste out of your mouth
and it's end love the sky is falling, the sky is falling
this too shall pass
