we have never tried out this road

it was the melodies fault.

it was my throat's fault

it was it was it was it was it was

history.

my cup sits lonely on the counter

stronger tools for our precious tensions

watching me undress, now we're swapping clothes

words sounding familiar

we turn into a yes yes yes yes yes

music playing in the ca-are you watching us?

she is thinking something.

you're begging me not to skip over youuuuuuuu

you'll hear it from body language first.