I know that priorities never understand reality and time never lends itself to those who are waiting on love. But it is overdue that we should share this night and Grace, your smile is the only thing that keeps me breathing.
Oh mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head and as I climb into an empty bed oh well, enough said I know it's over still I cling I don't know where else I can go, mother
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But when I say let's keep in touch, I really mean I wish that you'd grow up. This is the first song for your mix tape. It's short just like your temper, But somewhat golden like the afternoons We used to spend before you got too cool.