I want to know how it feels to lie in your bed and stare at the ceiling.
I want to know how your sweatshirt would fit over my shoulders.
I want to be a melody stuck in your head.
I want to know how it would feel to be loved by you.
I want to know how it feels to lie in your bed and stare at the ceiling.
I want to know how your sweatshirt would fit over my shoulders.
I want to be a melody stuck in your head.
I want to know how it would feel to be loved by you.
My mom says I have a strange way
Of connecting deeply with everyone
And it’s hard to say goodbye
This time
I knew the goodbye was coming
So I could leave one morning with peace in my mind
But you
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