3 acessos
Your hands are on this
It's unwound thanks for asking
I very rarely get angry
Basically I think you're fucked
You won't know I wrote this song about you
For goodness sakes alive and bending
And bending
You make me so mad
You don't put it any effort
I'm so sick of trying
I don't wanna give up on you
This is all the room I want
The bed is gone of course he blanked
I know my face below twigs crack
I watched the ball, it hit the ground
You won't know I wrote this song about you
For goodness sakes alive and bending