cậu à, ngay cả khi ở ngay bên cạnh tớ vẫn rất nhớ. có phải chúng ra xa nhau quá rồi ko??
tớ hỏi bản thân mình cả trăm ngàn lần, mối quan hệ chúng ta là gì.
tớ biết chẳng có thể là gì :)
nhưg cứ mỗi lần tớ tưởng tớ có câu trả lời chính xác rồi thì cậu lại làm mọi việc rối tung lên.
rối tung lênnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn
làm ơn!
applying moisturizer in the microwave window
for the tenth time, he should've called me an hour ago
would he be here with flowers if i lived in arizona?
they say there's no love left in the big cities, it's kinda true
i guess you'll find me coming soon to a small town near you
i'll sell my guitar so i can by myself a tractor
fuck this, this can't be my life
i moisturized ten times tonight
why can't i sit down and write,
bring this question to light?
do you want a lover, or do you want a life?
one hand or the other, the butter or the bread knife?
do you choose winter, spring, summer, or fall?
it's driving me crazy that i can't have it all
if these walls could talk, they'd probably cry out for mercy
'til i'm outlined in chalk, i'll be romantically thirsty
so i drink and drink from the proverbial time sink
fuck this, this can't be my life
tears flowing in full force tonight
why can't i sit down and write,
bring this question to light?
do we hold the future, or does it come in peace?
and if it's in my hands, are you sure it should be in brittle hands like these?
life, love, and the pursuit of all the things they promised me
can i have all of the above? are the best things in life truly free?
for the tenth time, he should've called me an hour ago
would he be here with flowers if i lived in arizona?
they say there's no love left in the big cities, it's kinda true
i guess you'll find me coming soon to a small town near you
i'll sell my guitar so i can by myself a tractor
fuck this, this can't be my life
i moisturized ten times tonight
why can't i sit down and write,
bring this question to light?
do you want a lover, or do you want a life?
one hand or the other, the butter or the bread knife?
do you choose winter, spring, summer, or fall?
it's driving me crazy that i can't have it all
if these walls could talk, they'd probably cry out for mercy
'til i'm outlined in chalk, i'll be romantically thirsty
so i drink and drink from the proverbial time sink
fuck this, this can't be my life
tears flowing in full force tonight
why can't i sit down and write,
bring this question to light?
do we hold the future, or does it come in peace?
and if it's in my hands, are you sure it should be in brittle hands like these?
life, love, and the pursuit of all the things they promised me
can i have all of the above? are the best things in life truly free?
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