This Town Needs Guns - I'll Forget About You Throwing That Rock Because That Dance Was Pretty Funny lyrics

Moments like this: precious with no regrets. Like whispers on my neck. No tears and held breath. These endings have no more or less effect. No better waste of time compares to this. While morning sings outside. We reside here between sweaty sheets and disturbed sleep. So maybe I'll comply and be all the more sweeter to you.