If I give you pretty enough words, could you paint a picture of us that works? An emphasis on function rather than design? Lip Gloss and Black, by Atreyu
Trowing rocks at your window at midnight, you met me in your backyard that night
In the moon light you looked just like an angel in disguise
My whole life seemed like a postcard
You were mine for a night I was out of my mind
You were mine for a night I don’t know how to say good bye
Making all our plans in the snata cruz sand that night
I thought I had you in the palm of my hand that night
Screaming at the top of my lungs till my chest felt tight
I told myself that I’m never gonna be alright
I’m wrapped around you finger……