I'm not going to compare you to a garden or a sunset, because you were never just something nice to look at. You're the blood running through my veins when I'm up at 3 a.m. and I can only think of you and your stupid bright eyes.
I'm not going to compare you to a garden or a sunset, because you were never just something nice to look at. You're the blood running through my veins when I'm up at 3 a.m. and I can only think of you and your stupid bright eyes.