i just thought we could be the greatest definition of a beautiful mess

Posted on

You and I go on at each other like we’re going to war
You and I get sick, I know that we can’t do this no more
But baby there you go again, making me love you
And I stop using my head, let it all go
Now you’re stuck on my body, like a tatoo
And now I’m feeling stupid, coming back to you
And I know I said it a milion times
But I’ll only stay with you one more night
Try to tell you no, but my body keeps on telling you yes
I’ll be waking up in the morning, probably hating myself
I’ll be waking up inner satisfied, guilty as hell

Schreibe einen Kommentar

Deine E-Mail-Adresse wird nicht veröffentlicht.