her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you, she tied you to a kitchen chair
she broke your throne, and she cut your hair, and from your lips she drew the hallelujah
i guess, sometimes, all you can do is hope.
im not really sure what to write
how can i explain it to you when i cant even explain it too myself?
its so crazy, uncontrolled, i simply can't pin it down.
all i can think about, is how much i want a hug from that one guy
that always seems to make it better.
do you remember when you said: how are you? and i said: ohk. you said: only ohk? (like i always do) and i said: yeah, just ohk. that was when it all changed.