domingo, 27 de junho de 2010


And mom and dad was never getting back together
So he was on some 'Baby we gon' make it last forever'


Temporary gratification, self-validation
That’s what its made of
It’s all true and it’s the only reason he’s even talking to you

You can try to fix my broken wings
You can know all the words to the songs I sing
But you don’t need to know what’s wrong with me
Unless you think you’re gonna come home with me

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