the lights go out in your eyes and we realise for the first time that this isn't it.
i tried to make this pretty unbelieveable because you're pretty and unforeseeable.
do you know what it is yet?
you're hot of the rails, baby boy. lights go down behind cities and rainy day kids.
pins and needles echo under my skin, cause me to laugh out loud in the hilarity of our situation.
none of this is real, didn't you know?
right after i figured myself out, i forgot it.
