Hey!
I am weird, you know
I listen to the whole bad song
Just to hear those four good lines.
I find my peace
in the quiet of night
Staring at the ceiling fan
Wide eyed
I hate the morning light
Creeping in through my window
Like a thief...
I listen to the whole bad song
Just to hear those four good lines.
I find my peace
in the quiet of night
Staring at the ceiling fan
Wide eyed
I hate the morning light
Creeping in through my window
Like a thief...