my subconcious hates me
Warm summer night. Country concert. It rained the same, my hair dried the same. Between that and the dream I had where you held me and kissed me like we were "trying it again" all over again I'm having a hard time.
I couldn't wait to get home tonight and shower that sensation from my skin. It's fleeting - hopefully I'll wake up and forget your face all over again.
I couldn't wait to get home tonight and shower that sensation from my skin. It's fleeting - hopefully I'll wake up and forget your face all over again.