Woorden:
Hatfield Juliana Only Everything

Reach inside carefully. Feel my psyche. Make it last. Put this moment under glass. Nobody really can do that. What a low fantasy. She don't know how

Power score, kick the dirt, Sick of being good. Twice removed, love can kill, Crack up in the sun. On again, off again, I am on my side. Idiot philosophy

Love is everywhere I'm not allowed. I feel he's been to hell, but he's near to heaven now. I need to see it. I can't not have it, so inscrutable, so

It's killing me my darling, my darling, my darling. Tell me what can I do, help me help you. You never give me anything, anything, anything. But you needed everything

Why you asking?, That's the last thing. Untrusted, not busted. What what what what what what what what What a cheap shot., I did not. Just believe

" Hey Can I get some bass ? " J'ai pris deux jus d'oranges, J'avais soif, Aidez-moi, j'ai besoin d'un homme. Ou habitez-vous ? Chez qui ? Peut-etre

Hit the bottom and bounce back up. The lowest low is only a beginning. These are the words many people said to me. But in a crowd you lose humanity.