February 2010
5 posts
Amazing.Blue October.
How am I supposed to breathe? I try to relax. I touch your still frame So I can watch you closer And study the ways I believe I belong to you I scratch at your waist line… your doll hair I dig up the thought of how your eyes glow So I make you my religion, my collision, an escape goat So have I found your secret weak spot, baby? (Chorus) Can you pretend I’m amazing? I can...
