MARTA ● ●▼

sábado, 21 de mayo de 2011

Crashed on the floor when I moved in. This little bungalow with some strange new friends.
Stay up too late, and I'm too thin.We promise each other it's till the end .
Now we're spinning empty bottles , It's the five of us .With pretty eyed boys girls die to trust,

 I can't resist the day. No, I can't resist the day. Jenny screams out and it's no pose,
cause when she dances she goes and goes. Beer through the nose on an inside joke .
I'm so excited, I haven't spoken .And she's so pretty, and she's so sure,maybe I'm more clever 

than a girl like her. The summer's all in bloom. The summer is ending soon.
It's alright and it's nice not to be so alone. But I hold on to your secrets in white houses.
Maybe I'm a little bit over my head. I come undone at the things he said .
And he's so funny in his bright red shirt,we were all in love and we all got hurt
I sneak into his car's cracked leather seat. The smell of gasoline in the summer heat .
Boy, we're going way too fast, It's all too sweet to last.

It's alright, and I put myself in his hands. But I hold on to your secrets in white houses
Love, or something ignites in my veins - And I pray it never fades in white houses .

My first time, hard to explain. Rush of blood, oh, and a little bit of pain
On a cloudy day, it's more common than you think. He's my first mistake .

Maybe you were all faster than meGive each other up so easily.These silly little wounds 
will never mend.I feel so far from where I've been .So I go, and I will not be back here again
I'm gone as the day is fading on white houses I lied, wrote my injuries all in the dust
In my heart is the five of us In white houses .

And you, maybe you'll remember me
What I gave is yours to keep.

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