It’s about to be two years and i am still fucking missing you like it was yesterday. I wish i could call you in the middle of the night and i wasn’t so fucked up from all the love i felt for you.
we drown our doubts in dry champagne and sooth our souls with fine cocaine.
It’s about to be two years and i am still fucking missing you like it was yesterday. I wish i could call you in the middle of the night and i wasn’t so fucked up from all the love i felt for you.
