It's strange
How two people...
They called her Ruby Tuesday
But Tuesday never came...
I don't want to tidy my room.
I can't be bothered...
Sunglasses
Shield her blueish eyes...
Hate myself.
Hate how I hurt people...
Sunglasses
Shield her blueish eyes...
I don't want to tidy my room.
I can't be bothered...
Here's to believing
I've always been wrong...
Young, captive eyes
Are your demise...
I'll wear our love as a ballon and tie it round my wrist so it doesn't fly away from me. |
It pulls us together, |