handslikesheds: Your lips taste like nicotine And I know smoke has filled your lungs But that’s okay Because I can still find galaxies in your eyes And I feel content At the sight of those stars And when your hand reaches mine I feel flowers grow
handslikesheds: Your lips taste like nicotine And I know smoke has filled your lungs But that’s okay Because I can still find galaxies in your eyes And I feel content At the sight of those stars And when your hand reaches mine I feel flowers grow
