Baby, don't worry....
You know that you got me...
Things fall apart, intentions shatter...
but, I'm like, that shit don't matter.
I'm feeling like myself again.
I don't talk to anybody-
I don't see anyone,
I dont listen to shit I don't care about.
Heaven.
When you're out there in the world, I'm still your girl.
I come home- smoke a bowl- drink a glass of wine-
Cuddle, talk for an hour- then sleep next to my man.
Wake up and do it all over again.
Cheers to two years Gerame.
You've got me listening to love songs like they mean something...
Like I've never been hurt.
And, I listen-
How'd you do that, doe?