iiii’m goin back to 505……..if it’s a seven hour fliight or a forty-five minute driiiive…in my imagination you’re waiting, lyin on your side…..with your hands between your thighs……. *thirty seconds of slow melancholic guitar buildup*
BUT I CRUMBLE COMPLETELY WHEN YOU CRY, IT SEEMS LIKE ONCE AGAIN YOU’VE HAD TO GREET ME WITH GOODBYE. I’M ALWAYS JUST ABOUT TO GO AND SPOIL A SURPRISE, TAKE MY HANDS OFF OF YOUR EYES TOO SOON. I’M GOING BACK TO 505 IF IT’S A SEVEN HOUR FLIGHT OR A FORTY-FIVE MINUTE DRIVE. IN MY IMAGINATION YOU’RE WAITING LYING ON YOUR SIDE, WITH YOUR HANDS BETWEEN YOUR THIGHS AND A SMILE
