I like the stories that the mouth can't tell fast enough. The ears that aren't big enough. They eyes that can't take in all the change. I like the hugging, the bringing together, the end of missing someone. |
He smiles then looks away |
You don't always win your battles, |
The first night you kissed me, |
I loved him |
And I guess I'm not nearly as strong |
Dear girl, |
She's all alone again |
Stewie: Knock knock |
No matter how hard I try to, |