Tuesday, April 4, 2017

windmill

how to even start? every beginning has an end
we're probably two sides of the same coin, not a trend.
hours of time fly by sitting there next to you,
liqour, weed, cigs, i want it all when i'm with you

i want to feel, i want to talk, i like the speed, i like your walk
i feel like i just woke up from a dream
like i dreamed you and our talking was a scene
if this is a movie, i don't wanna see the credits
i want to see your entrance and i wanna blow my bed up
physical vessel doesn't really mean a thing
i can offer for you if this really is our thing

it seems different now, like i've been cracked wide open
i don't wanna finish now, i wanna know you for a year or ten
i'm sorry if i pressured you or made you feel strange
i'm sorry that i messed up and i didn't fuckin' think

your words stick with me and i hope to stick to you
i'm caught up in your words & i wanna be your boo

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