I don't get it
I completely understand
She's the perfect person
I hate the bitch
I'd like to talk to her and not say a word
My thought out instinct is simply intricate
That's all
That's all downhill
Disappointing holiday
We never got there
Disappointing holiday
Nothing happens
You get softer as you soak me up
There's a beauty in those words that bind
A subtlty we can thank or find
The less I try the more easier it gets
It's not me it's the attention you allow
You ate yours
You ate mine too
Mine too
You get softer as you soak me up
You breathe deeper as you choke me up
Nothing ever seems to happen
