It's been so long since we touched the last time you'd gotten bold I can't tell you what to do to make it right I wore my shoes well until they got old I don't know what to do to make it right shoestrings untied and we both tripped longing to get up again and couldn't crawl through the damage, unequipped so I'd guess we wait it out some more but I doubt we'd get any closer in years I'd let you touch me once again but that's when it all disappears and I'd be more than willing to say goodbye once we're back on our feet remembering only that you and I were destined for defeat. |