You look my way, I look away.
An endless game of tag between
our eyes. You stand and I
watch you leave.
I like the way your
joint sits on your lips,
but I'd rather it
be me
You look my way, I look away.
An endless game of tag between
our eyes. You stand and I
watch you leave.
I like the way your
joint sits on your lips,
but I'd rather it
be me