We're wasting our lives whispering about each other,
I'd rather be held up in your city lights,
with the trend only you wish for,
Those jealous eyes; you make me your idol.
"I'll be the crime at the scene,
I've got away with it again"
Catch me if you can,
we'll be hiding in the alley way,
with only cigarette butts and empty bottles left for our evidence,
too bad only one boy can find my lips
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1 comment:
Awww LOVE IT!! ... the last lines are my favorite! this is a good piece lovely well done!
.... yeah totally love the last lines about ciggerettes and bottles ...
xox
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