#sweetsuccubi-pie

I'll talk to you tomorrow, in any case I'll think of you And dream of every moment from here to hereafter So when we meet our memories will be The sweetest of what's come to be And time will tell our words will meet a match, Love, forevermore I'll comfort you Though in my sleep we'll part anew We'll greet each other in the day,  Until the one with no departure date No predetermined kiss to be our last.

I want your Winter Ale mouth Canceling out my raised up south- ern passive agressive voice, I don't want you to give me A choice, between where I'm at, And where we're going. I'm consumed by the fires of wanting Our own individual ways, And it's a path we've been exhuming on our own For far too long, to give up on Fighing the bush, and goin sailing, We'll start with Canada, and then we'll roam. I don't care if we end up in Ibiza, Paraguay, or Volos But let's agree to start moving home.