≡ Ŧristan Alexander Greigerson ≡
I'm on the verge, I'm on the verge
Unraveling with every word
With every word you say, make me believe
That I won't feel your tires on the street
As I'm finding the words... you're getting away
Tristan frowned a bit hearing Abby, "Then I guess you don't want ice cream", he said to her. Abby's face lit up, "I do, I do!", she said, but she didn't want anymore. Though she knew if she didn't, there would be no ice cream for her, she she took the biggest bite she could of a chicken finger and hoped that was Ok for her Uncle. Tristan nodded, "Good girl. Thank you for listening", he said. His sister probably wouldn't be too pleased when he brought a hyper three year old to her, but it was only around lunch time, so Abby had plenty of time to run off her energy.
I come undone, oh yes, I do
Just think of all the thoughts wasted on you
And every word you say, say something sweet
Cause all I taste is blood between my teeth
As I'm finding the words... you're getting away