eemelieaandersson

summer time sadness

Publicerad 2012-07-23 13:57:51 i Allmänt

Blue jeans, white shirt
Walked into the room, you know you made my eyes burn
It was like, James Dean, for sure
You're so fresh to death and sick as cancer
You were sorta Punk Rock, I grew up on Hip-Hop
But you fit me better than my favourite sweater, and I know
That love is mean, and love hurts,
But I still remember that day we met in December