I'll take what you got, got, got
I know it's not a lot, lot, lot
Cause I just need another hit
You're the thing that I can't quit
You got what I want, want, want
Here but then you're gone, gone, gone
If you told me that we were through
You know that I would break the truce
I want to breathe you in like your vapor
I want to be the one you remember
I want to feel your love like the weather
All over me, all over me
I want to print our hands in the pavement
Savour your words, I won't ever waste them
Look in your eyes and know just what you meant
So lie to me, just lie to me
Don't think that because I'm not here that I'm not thinking about you. Every song I write is about you. In some way or form everything I do is about or for you. I love you.
As the band continued to tour all over the world I couldn't stop thinking of Allison, all alone in the hospital. So naturally all the songs I wrote or helped write, all the things I did were reflections off of Allison's thoughts. I missed her, but she wouldn't be waking up.
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Random•MAJOR EDITING!!!• ~Michael Clifford's POV all story~ WARNING SAD. If you remember correctly, you could never sleep alone. You always had to sleep with someone near you or close to you, in fear of loosing yourself and the people around you.
