Confessions From A True Fuck-Up

11

What about all the times
You would pick me up and we'd just drive
Around until you found a place to stay and waste the day away
We'd to nothing
But it was okay with me
You say its not good to spend all my time
Thinking about you
So late at night
But
I cant stop
Once I start
Its like an avalanche
Thought coming and I just wanna hold your hand
Hold your breath
We're going under
Not coming up