Crazy things come in small packages...^.^
I'm not coming back, I've done something so terrible. I'm terrified to speak but you'd expect that from me. I'm mixed up, I'll be blunt. Now the rain is just washing you out of my hair, and my mind. Keeping an eye on the world, so many thousands of feet off the ground. I'm over you now, I'm at home in the clouds. I'm towering over your head.
We can kick it here for hours and just mouth off about the world and how we know it's going straight to hell. Pass me another bottle honey, the jagers so sweet, but if it keeps you around then I'm down. Meet me on thames street. I'll take you out though I'm hardly worth your time. In the cold you look so fierce, but I'm warming up because the tension's like a fire.
~*[Is In Love With All Time Low]*~