electrical pulse -- I told you make believe was better
radiate; open lips, open cases
wait- when did you last call
first skin; freckles
I cannot take it - bite my lips
they have tendencies
you have tenderness -- foreign to me
and I have temperments
last a lifetime
soften her lips and powder her face
nothing like the great escape...
you told me you hated that I wasn't myself when you first met me, and now the real me is what's tearing us apart.
I told you make believe was better.
