The truth about love comes at 3am You wake up fucked up and you grab a pen And you say to yourself I'm gonna figure it out, I'm gonna crack that code Gonna break it break it down I'm tired of all these questions And, now it's just annoying Cause, no one has the answer So I guess it's up to me To find the truth about love As it comes, and it goes A strange fascination with his lips and toes Morning breath, bedroom eyes on a smiling face Sheet marks rug burn, and a sugar glaze The shock and the awe that can eat you raw If the truth about love
I think it just may be perfect You're the person of my dreams I never ever ever ever been this happy But now something has changed And The Truth About Love is it's all a lie I thought you were the one, and I hate goodbyes
Gorgeous lighting here <33 Makes me nostalgic, I used to live in a house that got that pretty golden sunlight in the mornings.. ♥ Maybe I just don't follow Nor enough to know, but I can't tell what he's holding? D:
Maybe I just don't follow Nor enough to know, but I can't tell what he's holding? D: