I'm sick,
call I'm angry, call
I'm desperate for your voice listening
to the songs we used to sing
in the car, do you remember?Butterfly, early summer. It's
playing on repeat, just like when we would
meet.
like when we
would
meet.
Stripped and polished, I am new, I am fresh, I am feeling so
ambitious, you and me, flesh to flesh, cause every breath that
you will take, when you are sitting next to me, will bring life
into my deepest hopes, what's your fantasy?