terça-feira, 1 de janeiro de 2008

It's cute in a way, till you cannot speak
And you leave to have a cigarette, your knees get weak
Escape is just a nod and a casual wave
Obsessed about it heavy for the next two days

It's only just a crush, it'll go away
It's just like all the others, it'll go away
Or maybe this is danger and you just don't know
You pray it all away but it continues to grow