When I'm with you it's like I'm flying. I don't even realize it until I crash.
Wondering why I didn't look both ways, why I didn't stop and think, 'how did I get so lost! ? '
Realizing that it's all your fault..... you are why I'm to blame.
Love, is like runnin a red light during 3o'clock traffic In a blue bmw:
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