3 acessos
Maybe if you could feel my heartbeat this would all make sense;
That oxygen means nothing without the pressure of your chest.
Drawing breaths to no avail and i can't even manage a sigh and it's sick to think i mourn your hips and my hands on your thighs.
I swear to god i'll suffocate before the night is through. i need this more than anything, but i'll never have you.