Burning the midnight oil needs one gasoline Standing tall waiting for you with my feathers
Sometimes we search for more answers when really it might not even matter the answer is–
2 sticks that couldn’t rub without a match my hearts empty
I ran my fingers Over my tight skin It felt warm And sticky As I traveled
Nothing quite brings me back to you like remembering that you’re there this is all
I just want to get back let me
OHHHH!!! I’m so past this girl caring I’m in this limbo
Heat, hate flowed over Like a fever I felt it in waves Like that of the ocean The tears dripped
I feel so good love is in every form I get what I need always It’s a gift
I’m free call me what you want but
Adaptation, Products of our Environment thats where it is what makes us familiar different, unless
There are some things that even fate can’t fight
Nuns in shackles being walked out She could see me I was trying to hide
*How long a minute is just depends on which side of the bathroom door you’re on... *I’m all sugar, sugary it doesn’t matter the
Twist the dial come on tell me you care tell me