http://vk.com/veela_music She was a tired high school graduate with the whole world in her eyes She kinda felt like she had lost it and couldn't figure out her price So inviting was his constant open door With the old school rap songs playing Sending hard bass through the floorboards
He was a Bare-chested brute to some With an unsettling smile He was too intense for anyone But a curious young girl who stayed a while The way he made his music The words and webs he wove http://vk.com/veela_music Counting out his rhythms to the sky While her young blue eyes were closed
Oranges and olives 'Cause you knew they were my favourite Living lillies in a pot instead of Cut ones in the vases
I wish I kept all the letters I burned All the emails I deleted all the memories I earned You know, We live the same life each time Over and over again But with each reincarnation I make the same mistakes again You've done things, done things I don't believe in But who hasn't done that You've done things, done things I don't believe in But who hasn't done that You've done things, done things I don't believe in It doesn't make you bad I can't stand all this devotion from Rugged hands, tanned skin But you're still young
It was a day of insecurity Clouding over a diamond mind She vowed she wouldn't break and feel for him Today she couldn't think of why Her fortress breaking she let Another kiss slip by To exhausted and content to have Her ego revitalized
And yet still The days went on and on She winced as each one passed Another genuine good animal http://vk.com/veela_music Who had given her far more than she could ask And when her guard slipped too far Her mind turned icy cold Her eyes were filled with pepper And her chest began to fold
I had a dream that I was caught in a tornado I was flying with a smile 'til it got so strong that my back broke
I wish I kept all the letters I burned All the emails I deleted all the memories I earned You know, We live the same life each time Over and over again But with each reincarnation I make the same mistakes again You've done things, done things I don't believe in But who hasn't done that You've done things, done things I don't believe in But who hasn't done that You've done things, done things I don't believe in It doesn't make you bad I can't stand all this devotion from Rugged hands, tanned skin But you're still young
He told me I'd been making this decision now for ages I would say no, each lifetime now he wanted me to change it The same day that I broke him he had given me a bracelet He was holding the twin in his hands as he watched me drive away and Chorus http://vk.com/veela_music