#halø

We were fighters, then contenders and now we're on the sidelines.

There are some days that you call There are others when you don't call at all I'm starting to think I was never listening to you at all Shared a cup of stale moscato with your father He asked me if I loved his daughter I had to be true, I told him I couldn't love his daughter On account of the fact I am every girls lover. We snuck into the basement and laughed at poorly made feature films of the silver screen You read these books in languages I'll never understand I don't want to make a pact of forever I just like the way I feel when you hold my hands It's a grave of a thought but love is a language I never could understand