throw some DD's on that bitch.
SFS
if you don't know, you're not ready to know.
and chances are, you never will be.
♥
i don't think that passenger seat has ever looked this good to me. he tell me about his night, and i count the colors in his eyes. he'll never fall in love he swears, as he runs his fingers through his hair, i'm laughing cause i hope he's wrong. i don't think it ever crossed his mind, he tells a joke, i fake a smile, and i know all his favorite songs. and i could tell you, his favorite color's green. he loves to argue, born on the seventeenth. his sister's beautiful, he has his father's eyes, and if you asked me if i love him, i'd lie. he looks around the room, innocently overlooks the truth. shouldn't a light go on? doesn't he know i've had him memorized for so long? he sees everything in black and white, never let nobody see him cry. i don't let nobody see me wishing he was mine. he stands there, then walks away-my god, if i could only say, i'm holding every breath for you. he'd never tell you, but he can play guitar. i think he can see through everything but my heart. first thought when i wake up: my god, he's beautiful. so i put on my makeup, and pray for a miracle. i could tell you, his favorite color's green. he loves to argue, oh, and it kills me...