Monday, December 22, 2014

♩ Falling at the hand of a perfect man


"They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered."
-F. Scott Fitzergald



I wanna make you feel how I feel when I'm listening to love songs
I wanna take you to the peak of everything that you are
You're everything I need tonight
And I'm trying hard to make you want me
But I don't wanna try too hard
I was thinking you got what you came for
But you're here now.

Those four walls now are the only place that I can breathe out
Those four walls now are home
Those four walls now are the only place that I can feel
Those four walls now are home.

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