Woorden:
Matchbook Romance West For Wishing

What makes us burn every bridge we cross? Or walk aimlessly into oncoming traffic? Third times a charm, but would we even get that far? Though I owed

pride, and left for dead I'm so tired of apologizing to myself for you And what you've done to me And I've tried, to forgive myself for caring about

What makes us burn every bridge we cross? Or walk aimlessly into oncoming traffic? Third times a charm, but would we even get that far? Thought I

pride, and left for dead I'm so tired of apologizing to myself for you And what you've done to me And I've tried, to forgive myself for caring about

The sky looks like patchwork Stitched just enough so the sky won't fall on top of us It's Alright The city was covered in gold And made out of dreams