Phone of the green. Brick to the love. It's hot in the guts. I'm gunna grip to the rail. I'm hung and I'm hooked. Fixing the sail. She sticks a root down on her meagre frame.
Whenever I look out the window, I see her leave. Whenever I sleep on the pillow, I hear her breathe. Whenever I look back, I can't believe, what a stupid.