18 acessos
My self-worth measured in text
Back tempo
It’s been 2 days and 8 minutes
Too slow
There may well be others but i
Still like to pretend
That I’m the one you really want
To grow old with
I’ve got a schedule to stick to
Got a world to keep sweet
You’re so much to everyone all
The time
Will you ever slow?
Will I ever come first?
The universe contracts to sign
It’s a half life
With you as my quarterback
It’s a daft life
It’s a half Life
With you as my quarterback
It’s a daft life
Maybe you’ll never need more than that
Gor the surplus that loves, what’s to
Become of us?
Do it even register
On your conscience?
Long for one last showdown
From a box in the crowd, air
Compressed tight to explode
I’m clenching my ticked to the
Only may out
As you disappear in a puff of
smoke
It’s a half life
With you as my quarterback
It’s a daft life