I caught the hold on all your dresses, in and off the post you got some love
|
Reach out through your neat convinctions, stressing out in all your clothes.
|
|
Losing out and had new jeans, stuck here old, you¡¯re all alone.
|
Bust you out, moving in a motion.
|
|
Everyone makes messes, you know I¡¯m not the only one.
|
Even if some confesses, oil spills that can be thrown.
|
|
After first night fills your closet, I pause it into everyday.
|
Run out, run in, got to love you, changes caught in arms away.
|
|
Everyone makes messes, you know you¡¯re not the only one.
|
You need it, not thinking, falser up but want your love,
|
And use your love and is your friend.
|
|
-----------------
|
Messes
|
| Mazes |
