The Spur of the Moment.
Cold chills. Pupils dilated. Frustration so bad your hands tremble.
Then, all of the sudden, like a firework display, the fuse runs out... Boom!
Your heart drops as if it were jumping out of a plane at 20,000 feet.
There’s no stopping this.
I wish i could forget about you. But there’s something in my heart that won’t let me. It’s paralyzed from the waist down with no wheelchair and all it wants to do is walk.
Baby, would you put that gun to my face so i could do something spontaneous? I need to climb out of this hole before it gets any bigger. Because believe it or not, you’re still my trigger.
