plot. sub plot.
you grab my heart with your hands
and your finger tips rest uncomfortably near my hands
and you look into my eyes, like they’re a window to my soul.
we get colder and colder
you warm me up
i kind of wish that you’d warm me up.
you grab my heart with your hands
and your finger tips rest uncomfortably near my hands
and you look into my eyes, like they’re a window to my soul.
we get colder and colder
you warm me up
i kind of wish that you’d warm me up.