haru

canim cok pasta cekiyor ama inadina bir lokma dahi yemeyecegim

I'm going back to 505
          If it's a seven hour flight or a forty-five minute drive
          In my imagination, you're waitin' lyin' on your side
          With your hands between your thighs

ya dayan
          ya da yan

You are the right one
          And I'm just the boy who is lookin' at you
          So what will I do?

I wasted like half of my summer tryna hold on your hand
          You're the leech, I'm the man, I guess you don't understand
          Holding hands, say I can't
          You're telling me, yes, I can
          Yes, I can
          Yes, I can

And I'm not trying to forget her
          Just understand how I'll be feeling on that day
          It's just like seeing her for the first time again
          It's just like seeing her for the first time again

☆☆⏤͟͟͞͞☆

kimse benimle rusty lake oynamiyor

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His eyes are blueberries, video screens
          Minneapolis schemes and the dried flowers
          From books half-read
          The juice of dark cherries cover his chin
          The dog walks in and the crow lies in his jaw like lead
          Everything eats and is eaten, time is fed