Believing in the Master Plan...un verso a la vez, Dios mio
Love Is like a fucken game of hot-hands I put mine over yours for a quick second move them away before the sting of your slap I don’t avoid all the time. I put them there again and I fall asleep Dare I say it- I’m too, much in my head my thoughts wound rubber band tight look at my temples how they’re not revered they’re mounds of tension. That’s what my square jaw is all about, I’m not really all that Hollywood Can’t play the part in a romantic comedy cause I get slapped around by love Love, love live Live to love. Can’t quite get a handle on what makes ME so special Special? that’s me Questioning the wrong things again. Your arms draped around me cuz, you pecking my face with kisses cuz and me dumb struck not knowing why? Why are you so happy why? you giving me so much love that makes me shy away shrivel up like a belly button but not quiet healed. Heel! Heel! Makes it stop Heal, heals Doesn’t always make it go away Trusting, accepti