You whisper "come on over" cause you're two drinks in, but in the morning I will say good-bye again, Think we'll never fall into the jealous game, the streets will flood with blood of those who felt the same.
To walk within the lines would make my life so boring, I want to know that I have been to the extreme. So knock me off my feet, come on now give it to me, anything to make me feel alive.
E-mail: hi.mellissa(at)gmail.com
have a drink!
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