I like the warm nights, i like the rain forward. I like it best where we used to be. Some pretty somewhere, where we'd share a mixtape and a cigarette. If I cuddle up your lies... still fingernailed for you.
I like a photograph of the photographs and the tough teeth of Mexico. I like the short breath before the big rest although I never let it go. If I could cuddle up your lies... still fingernailed for you.