nine to eleven and you're getting weak.

you said you saw it coming but you didn't see nothing. your eyes are on the living room your eyes are on the closet. don't worry about anything. a pity invitation to an awkward house. for pseudo-boy who would rather wear a blouse. i sincerely saw your skin for the very first time. my curly hair and a voting booth. confessingly, this is the first time i haven't loved you and god i mean it. cause like dying young idols got the best of me. well don't stop calling, you're the reason i love losing sleep. besides, you don't release me until it's over. and besides, you can't believe without fear. this is the first time i haven't loved you and god i mean it.