Saturday, December 3, 2011

Infatuation like I havnt
Felt since grade school
The thought of my skin
On your skin in the damp
Dirty southern cool
You have me reckless
Hopeless, so giddy I'm floating
And when did you get so romantic
You have me checking my
Phone, frantic
I dont know what your getting at
Going so far for something like me
For a few fucks an a girl you'll barely see
were perfect for eachother
"move to me" you move me
I guess, yes I'd give up
Anything, everything
Promise and I'll leave
I'll promise to leave
You take the lead

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