domingo, 30 de diciembre de 2012

The O'Mighty Story of the Guy Who Happened To Have a Love Story and Didn't Know How To Handle It


Talkin' junk through her giggle, little teenage dream. On the phone I could not compete; my dumb-love fake competence was getting weak...
For a sec' I thought I sounded sweet but sure 'nough in a gruff, faint voice I heard myself speak.

I could stay a while, but sooner or later I'll break your smile; and I can tell a joke, but one of these days I'm bound to choke; and we could share a kiss
But I feel like I can't go through with this.
And I bet we could build a home but I know the right thing for me to do is to leave you alone ...

Leave you alone, now

I'm beginning to like you so you probably won't get what I'm going to do
I'm walkin' away from you. It probably don't make much sense to you but I'm trying to save you from all of the things that I'll probably say or do!



Just that.

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