I wanna write a song about
The things that I think at night
And they aren’t nice
I smoke my cigarettes under the stars
Trying to fill a hole
In my heart
If you say that I’m yours
You might full me
Just look deep in my eyes
(And stay with me until I die)
The smoke that is dancing in the sealing
Is my art, designed by my lungs
(Hovering through the Sun)
Something about this tell me you be mine
And babe it’s alright
It’s alright
(Right down below the line)
I’m so full of love, baby
But just maybe
I’m not full of love with you
I’m so full of love, baby
But just maybe
I’m not full of love with you
I’m not full of love with you
I’m not full of love with you
Full of love with you
I’m not full of love with you
I’m so full of love, baby
But just maybe
I’m not full of love with you
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